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.

I’d decided to send some of my older furniture and books to my parents‘ house rather than try to integrate them into Alexander’s sleek, designer

“but this would look like trash next to whatever

I laughed. “It practically is

a text from Alexander saying he was on

to leave,” she said, gathering her purse. “Don’t want to be

sex,” protested, my cheeks heating. “We didn’t even

the way you talk about him, I’m pretty sure you two fuck if he so

the rnove.”

with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place on my own, my sanctuary after

as I finished taping up the last

he asked,

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

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He nodded approvingly.

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

husband.

arrived, Alfred greeted us at the door

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

you, Alfred,” I replied, still uncomfortable

with a nod

works up an

e looke

pulled out containers of what looked like

I said, inhaling the heavenly

do leftovers. He

I rolled

talk about the move made time slip away, an hour passed unnoticed as the

the granite countertop and took my

circles across my knuckles. “You must be exhausted after all that packing and lifting

eyebrow.

can be thoughtful,” he

you want something,”

darkened. “And what if I

minutes later, I was sinking into the most luxurious bathtub

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