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 take

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

dangling the keys. “Take it for a

keys with childlike

way, Mrs.

something indefinably

battery’s fully charged,” he said. “You’ve got about 320 miles

silently, displays illuminating with

I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.. “I can’t believe

pleased with my reaction. “Now let’s see

can do.”

for the responsive steering and smooth acceleration. By the time we reached the main road, my

was growing.

Alexander suggested, pointing to a

to the slightest touch on the accelerator. I laughed

sixty miles per hour in

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feeling of a car with this much power, is there? And

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

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

to face him as we stood in the garage.

it,” he said simply. “Now, shall

grilled fish and herbs filled the air. Chef had outdone himself again, setting

looks amazing,” I said, sliding into my chair as Alfred

unfolding his napkin with practiced grace. “How was work

taking a bite of the perfectly cooked

up, one eyebrow raised in question.

of asparagus around my plate, suddenly feeling awkward. “Ryan called me today. Several times. He was pretty insistent about meeting up. Said it