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.

we’d packed most of my apartment. I’d decided to send some of my older furniture

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

taken,” I laughed.

text from Alexander saying he

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

not having makeup sex,” protested, my cheeks

talk about him, I’m pretty sure you two fuck if he so much as brings you coffee.” She hugged me

the rnove.”

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

taping up the

asked, loosening

most of it.” gestured to 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

husband.

greeted us at the door

arrival,” he said with a slight bow. “Chef has left dinner in the

replied, still uncomfortable with

butler with a nod and led

works

e looke

containers of what looked like gourmet pasta and some

leftovers,” I said, inhaling the

leftovers. He

he does,” I rolled my eyes. “Silly

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

countertop and took my hand, his fingers warm

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

eyebrow.

can be thoughtful,” he said,

you want something,” I

“And what if I do want

later, I was sinking into the most

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