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.

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

perfect,” I whispered, running my fingers along the

dangling the keys.

keys with childlike

way,

intoxicating new car smell: leather, polish, and something indefinably luxurious. Alexander settled into the passenger seat as I adjusted the mirrors

he said. “You’ve

car came alive silently, displays illuminating with a futuristic blue

is insane,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.. “I

said, looking pleased with my reaction.

can do.”

for the responsive steering

was growing.

to a button

more alert, responding to the slightest touch on the accelerator. I laughed with delight

I gasped as we hit sixty miles

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feeling of a car with this much

roads, getting more comfortable with each mile. The car handled beautifully, hugging

garage next to Alexander’s Aston Martin. The two cars looked good together, like

we stood

said simply. “Now, shall we

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

amazing,” I said, sliding into my chair as Alfred poured white wine into

across from me, unfolding his napkin with practiced grace. “How was work today? Any progress with the Thompson

fantastic concepts,” I said, taking a bite of the perfectly cooked salmon. “But something else happened

one eyebrow

around my plate, suddenly feeling awkward. “Ryan called me today. Several times. He