The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 156

Olivia

“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly.

“Isn’t it?” I challenged. “You’re implying that I have all this free time to read trashy novels while you’re too busy running your empire.”

“Olivia, that’s not-”

“Because I’ve been working just as hard on the Thompson account,” I continued, my voice rising slightly. “Not to mention dealing with family stuff and adjusting to this whole… situation.” I gestured vaguely between us.

Alexander sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t implying you have more free time. I just meant that I personally don’t read fiction. It was a statement about me, not you.”

“It didn’t sound that way,” I muttered, knowing I was probably overreacting but unable to stop myself.

“I apologize if it came across wrong,” he said, his voice softening. “I’m genuinely interested in how your book ends. The plot sounds… relevant.”

The hint of vulnerability in his tone defused my irritation. “Fine. I’ll let you know when I finish it.”

“Thank you.” He stood up, stretching slightly. “I should probably review those contracts for tomorrow’s meeting.”

“Right,” I nodded, still feeling a bit prickly. “I’ll just stay here and enjoy my frivolous reading time.”

Alexander paused, giving me a searching look. “Are you okay? You seem… tense.”

“I’m fine,” I said automatically. “Just tired. It’s been a long day.”

He studied me for a moment longer, then nodded. “Get some rest. I’ll try not to wake you when I come to bed.”

As he walked toward his office, I felt a twinge of guilt for snapping at him. The comment about reading time had struck a nerve, echoing Ryan’s constant jabs about my “useless” fiction reading habit and his complete inability to understand my love for books.

I picked up the romance novel again, staring at the cover. The contract marriage plot had seemed ridiculous when Emilia first handed me the book. Now it felt uncomfortably close to home.

With a sigh, I set the book aside and stretched out on the couch, pulling a throw blanket over my legs. I’d just rest my eyes for a moment before heading to bed…

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden glow. I blinked awake, disoriented and confused. This wasn’t the couch where I’d fallen asleep. I was in our bed, tucked beneath the luxurious sheets.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

Alexander’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran my hand over the spot where he should have been, trying to piece together how I’d ended up here. Had he carried me? The last thing I remembered was closing my eyes on the couch, the romance novel still on the coffee table.

up, pushing my tangled hair away from my face. The bedroom was silent except for the distant hum

my voice still

No answer.

swung my legs over the side of the bed, noticing I was still wearing my clothes from last night. Definitely carried me then. The thought of Alexander lifting me in his arms, careful not to wake me,

teeth, I padded through the mansion in search of my husband. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee sat ready. I poured myself a cup, grateful for the caffeine

tried again,

and his laptop was closed on the desk. Where was he? It wasn’t like him to disappear without leaving a note

checked my phone.

against the railing, my coffee mug cradled between my hands, watching a hummingbird dart between the vibrant flowers

sip of my coffee, letting the rich flavor wake

the morning silence. I turned to see Alexander walking onto the balcony, his hair damp with sweat, wearing

bottle from the table. “Didn’t expect

forced myself to look at his face instead of his impressively sculpted torso. “I woke

drank deeply from the water bottle, his throat working as he swallowed. “Sorry about that. Needed to clear my head with a run. Didn’t want to

me to bed last night,” I said, remembering how I’d

smiled. “You looked uncomfortable on the couch.

that’s a compliment or not.” I took another sip of coffee, trying to appear casual

compliment.” He moved closer, leaning against the railing beside me. “Sleep

“Very.”

You needed

“How was your run?”

Not my best time, but it did the job.” He stretched his arms overhead, causing his muscles to flex impressively. “I’ve

have fooled me,” I muttered

a smirk playing on his lips. “Was that a compliment, Mrs.

observation,” I corrected, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “You’re clearly not out of

repeated, his smirk widening into a full grin. “And here I was, worried

doesn’t

He moved a step closer, his eyes darkening slightly. “I find your…

air between us suddenly felt charged with electricity. I took a deliberate step back, raising my

I need to finalize

still held that amused gleam. “Of course. Work comes

on your

Senator, and

“Sounds thrilling.”

absolutely. Nothing I love more than listening to Victoria complain about quarterly projections.” His voice dripped

laughed despite myself. “At least you’re not prepping for a presentation that could make or break