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.

as I practically bolted from the Aston Martin.

I remembered from the dealership. The metallic green paint shifted

I whispered, running my fingers

me, dangling the keys. “Take

snatched the keys with childlike eagerness. “Want

way,

car smell: leather, polish, and something indefinably luxurious.

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

came alive silently, displays illuminating with a futuristic blue

muttered, gripping the steering wheel.. “I

Alexander said, looking pleased with my

can do.”

for the responsive steering

was growing.

suggested, pointing to a button on the

more alert, responding to the slightest touch on the accelerator. I laughed with delight as we accelerated down an empty

hit sixty miles per hour in what felt like seconds. “This

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car with this much power, is there? And all

comfortable with each mile. The car handled beautifully, hugging curves and responding

estate, I parked carefully in the garage next to Alexander’s Aston Martin. The two cars looked good together, like they

face him as we stood

said simply. “Now, shall we eat?

suddenly realizing I was famished. We headed inside, where the aroma of grilled fish and herbs filled the air. Chef had outdone himself again, setting the dining room table with an elegant spread of salmon, roasted vegetables, and a quinoa

my chair as Alfred

grace. “How was work

concepts,” I said, taking a bite of

eyebrow raised in question.

pushed a piece of asparagus around my plate, suddenly feeling awkward. “Ryan called me today. Several