The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Olivia

The building turned out to be an exclusive restaurant. A host greeted Alexander by name and led us through a dimly lit interior to a private terrace. A single table waited, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights and potted olive trees.

“Mr. Carter, your table is ready as requested.”

“Thank you, Miguel.” Alexander pulled out my chair.

As I sat, the full impact of the view hit me. The entire city of Los Angeles lay before us, a sea of lights stretching to the horizon.

“Alexander, this is…” I trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Too much?” He settled across from me, his features softened in the candlelight.

“Breathtaking,” I finished. “How did you even find this place?”

“My grandfather brought me here when I turned eighteen. It was his way of showing me what could be mine someday.” He gazed out at the view, something wistful in his expression. “The restaurant has changed hands several times, but I keep a standing reservation.”

“Just in case you need to impress someone?” I teased.

looked back at me, his eyes intense. “Just in

I could respond,

the chef,” he said, placing them on the table with practiced elegance.

tiny bubbles dancing across my tongue.

Alexander’s eyes never

delicious if I hadn’t met Alexander. Marketing executives on my salary didn’t exactly splurge on a

glass down, “do you bring all your dates to secret restaurants perched

you think I bring dates

the clouds looking down at Los Angeles like gods on Olympus.” I gestured to the view. “This screams ‘Alexander Carter impresses beautiful women

my devious plan. Next, I’ll have the violinist appear and

“We have a song?”

yet.” His eyes sparkled with

some kind of foam that looked like it belonged in a modern art museum. The

I moaned after the first bite. “I might need a moment alone with this plate.”

teased, his eyes darkening slightly at my

You’d miss my

shot up. “Now

with a different wine. The chef appeared briefly to explain each creation; terms

of my wine glass,

you like pizza instead?” His tone was serious, as if he’d

I gestured at

suggested

trail that leads to an even better viewpoint,”

jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth of his

“Better?” he asked.

The jacket smelled like him, expensive cologne with underlying

rested at the small of my back, guiding me around corners until we reached a circular platform extending

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

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