The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 137

Olivia

The cool air hit my face as I stepped onto the sidewalk, a welcome relief after the tension inside. My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out, half–expecting to see Ryan’s name. Instead, it was a text from Alfred.

Alfred: Mrs. Carter, your new vehicle has been delivered to the estate. The paperwork is on the kitchen counter for your review.

I smiled, excitement bubbling up inside me. My Porsche had arrived. I quickly texted back a thank you before checking the time. I still had ten minutes before my next meeting, just enough time to compose myself and push all thoughts of Ryan away.

By the time I returned to the office, I was focused again on the Thompson project. The meeting with my team went smoothly, with everyone presenting innovative concepts for the hotel rebrand. Even Michelle seemed impressed with our

progress.

“Great work, everyone,” I said as we wrapped up.

The rest of the workday passed in a blur of meetings and emails. By six o’clock, I was exhausted but eager to get home and see my new car. I gathered my things and headed down to the parking garage, where Alexander was waiting by his Aston Martin.

“Ready to see your new car?” he asked, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“More than ready. Alfred texted that it was delivered.”

Alexander opened the passenger door for me. “I made sure they polished it extra before delivery.”

The drive home was quicker than usual, Alexander apparently sensing my excitement. When we pulled into the estate’s circular driveway, I spotted it immediately, gleaming in the fading sunlight, parked prominently near the front

steps.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, barely waiting for Alexander to stop his car before

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unbuckling my seatbelt.

practically bolted from the Aston Martin. “I take it

drinking in its sleek lines and perfect finish. It was even more beautiful than I remembered from the dealership. The metallic green paint shifted

I whispered, running my

appeared beside me, dangling the keys. “Take

with childlike

the way, Mrs.

leather, polish, and something indefinably luxurious. Alexander settled into

battery’s fully charged,” he said. “You’ve got about

the car came alive silently, displays illuminating with a futuristic blue glow. The only sound

is insane,” I muttered, gripping the steering

it,” Alexander said, looking pleased with my

can do.”

from the house carefully, getting a feel for the responsive steering

was growing.

pointing to a

on the accelerator. I laughed with delight

gasped as we hit sixty miles per hour in

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a car with this much

mile. The car handled beautifully, hugging curves and responding to my every command like it

garage next to Alexander’s Aston

you,” I said, turning to face him as we stood in the garage. “I’ve never owned

shall we eat? Chef mentioned something about

herbs filled the air. Chef had outdone himself again, setting the dining room table with an elegant spread of salmon,

said, sliding into my chair as Alfred poured white wine

practiced grace. “How was work today? Any progress with

taking a bite of the perfectly cooked salmon. “But something else happened

up, one eyebrow raised in

called me today. Several times. He was pretty insistent about meeting up. Said it was