The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Olivia

Alexander’s phone rang, interrupting whate

he

about to say next. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

“I need to take this,” he said, already walki

“Ward the door.

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I turned back to the drawer and continued to sort through my underwear. Alexander’s voice drifted from the living room, his tone shifting from casual to commanding in an instant.

After a few minutes, he returned, looking agitated. “I have to go. There’s an emergency meeting with the board that I can’t miss.”

“Now? But we just started packing.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Corporate bullshit waits for no man, not even on his honeymoon comedown.”

“It’s fine,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “I can handle this.”

Alexander checked his watch. “I’ll send

“I can call Emilia to help,” I sugg Ome movers tomorrow. Just focus on packing your personal items today.”

“Good idea.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I teased.

His eyes darkened. “Both. Definitely both.”

After Alexander left, I called Emilia, who arrived forty minutes later with wine and pizza.

With Emilia’s help, we did quick

on my bedroom. She was ruthless, creating a “donate” pile that grew alarmingly large.

decided to send some of my older furniture and books to my parents‘ house rather than try to integrate them into

Emilia said, eyeing my IKEA coffee table, “but this would look like trash

taken,” I laughed.

he was on his way

“Don’t want to be a third

protested, my cheeks heating.

pretty sure you two fuck if he so much as brings you coffee.” She hugged me

the rnove.”

twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place

just as I finished taping up the last box of kitchen

asked, loosening his

to the stacks of boxes. “I’m sending

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He nodded approvingly.

drive back to the estate was quiet. My mind was whirling with the reality of my new life. By this time

husband.

greeted us at the

the master suite for your arrival,” he said with a slight bow. “Chef has left dinner in the warming drawer if

still uncomfortable with

with a

actually. Packing works up

e looke

the kitchen, Alexander pulled out containers of what looked like gourmet pasta and some kind of

leftovers,” I said, inhaling the heavenly

do leftovers.

does,” I rolled my

of perfectly seasoned chicken and creamy pasta, our small talk about the move made time slip away, an hour passed unnoticed as the versation flowed

countertop and took my hand, his fingers warm against

across my knuckles. “You must

an eyebrow. “That’s surprisingly

he said,

you want

what if I do want

minutes later, I was sinking into the most luxurious bathtub I’d ever began soothing my aching

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