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.

my older furniture and books to my parents‘ house

IKEA coffee table, “but this would look like trash next to whatever custom

taken,” I laughed. “It practically is

buzzed with a text from Alexander saying he was on his way home, Emilia waggled her eyebrows

want to be a third wheel for whatever makeup

makeup sex,” protested, my

he

the rnove.”

Emilia left, I surveyed my partially dismantled apartment with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place on my own, my sanctuary after college.

just as I finished taping up the last box of kitchen

day?” he asked, loosening

the stacks of boxes. “I’m sending some stuff

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He nodded approvingly.

whirling with the reality of my new life. By this time tomorrow, I’d be officially moved in

husband.

us at the door

master suite for your arrival,” he said with a slight bow. “Chef has left dinner

I replied, still uncomfortable with

dismissed the butler with a nod

actually. Packing works

e looke

out containers of what looked

I said, inhaling

doesn’t do leftovers. He leaves fresh meals.”

does,” I rolled my eyes. “Silly

our small talk about the move made time slip away, an hour passed unnoticed as the versation flowed more easily

countertop and took my hand, his fingers

you a bath,” he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles across

raised an eyebrow.

can be thoughtful,” he

want something,” I

“And what if

into the most luxurious bathtub I’d ever began soothing my

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