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.

to send some of my older furniture and

“but this would look

I laughed.

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

said, gathering her purse. “Don’t want to be a third wheel for whatever makeup

not having makeup sex,” protested, my

two fuck if he so much as brings you coffee.”

the rnove.”

dismantled apartment with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place on

taping

asked, loosening his

to the stacks of

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He nodded approvingly.

back to the estate was quiet. My mind was whirling with the reality of

husband.

us at the

for your arrival,” he said with a slight

still uncomfortable with

the butler with a nod and

actually. Packing works up an

e looke

looked like gourmet pasta and

leftovers,” I

Marcelo doesn’t do leftovers. He

does,” I rolled my eyes.

our small talk about the move made time

granite countertop and took

he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles across my knuckles. “You must

an eyebrow.

thoughtful,” he

want

what if I do want

most luxurious bathtub I’d ever began soothing my aching

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