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.

bolted from the Aston Martin. “I

was even more beautiful than I remembered from the dealership. The metallic

whispered, running my fingers along the

the keys.

the keys with childlike

the way, Mrs.

slid into the driver’s seat, inhaling the intoxicating new car smell: leather, polish, and something indefinably luxurious. Alexander settled into the

charged,” he said. “You’ve got about

silently, displays illuminating with

gripping the steering

said, looking pleased with my reaction. “Now let’s see

can do.”

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

was growing.

suggested, pointing to a

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

hit sixty miles per hour in what felt like

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grinned. “Nothing like the feeling of a car with this much power, is

beautifully, hugging curves and responding to my every command

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

we stood in the

shall we eat? Chef

the air. Chef

said, sliding into my chair as Alfred

unfolding his napkin with practiced grace. “How was

up with some fantastic concepts,” I said, taking a bite of the perfectly cooked salmon. “But

looked up, one eyebrow raised in question.

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