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 rather

“but this would look like trash next

taken,” I laughed. “It practically is

text from Alexander saying he was on

purse. “Don’t want to be a third wheel for whatever makeup

protested, my

he so much as brings you coffee.” She hugged me goodbye.

the rnove.”

I surveyed my partially dismantled apartment with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place on my own, my sanctuary after college. Leaving it felt like closing a chapter of

as I finished taping

asked, loosening

most of it.” gestured to the stacks of boxes. “I’m sending

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Chapter 121

He nodded approvingly.

was whirling with the reality of

husband.

Alfred greeted us at the

arrival,” he said with a slight

Alfred,” I replied, still uncomfortable

the butler with

Packing works up

e looke

what looked like gourmet pasta and some kind

bad for leftovers,” I said, inhaling the heavenly

doesn’t do leftovers. He leaves fresh

I rolled my eyes.

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

granite countertop and took my hand, his fingers warm against

he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles across my knuckles. “You must be exhausted after all that

raised an eyebrow. “That’s

can be thoughtful,” he

you want something,” I

what

sinking into the most luxurious bathtub I’d

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