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.

his eyes intense. “Just in case I find

throat. Before I could respond, a waiter appeared with two

them on the table

tiny bubbles dancing across my tongue. “This

Pérignon Rosé. One of my favorites.” Alexander’s eyes never left mine as he

anything so delicious if I hadn’t met Alexander.

down, “do you bring all

you think I bring dates

private table. The way the host knew exactly what you wanted without asking. The fact that we’re literally above the clouds looking down at Los Angeles like gods on Olympus.” I gestured to the view. “This screams ‘Alexander

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

“We have a song?”

eyes sparkled with mischief. “But I’m

it belonged in a modern art museum.

my god,” I moaned after the first bite. “I

turn around?” Alexander teased, his

dare. You’d miss my

“Now that would

with a different wine. The chef appeared briefly to explain each creation; terms like “yuzu emulsion”

said, twirling the stem of my wine glass, “most people just go for pizza on a

like pizza instead?” His tone was serious, as if he’d immediately call for dough

is…” I gestured at the empty

suggested we explore the

better viewpoint,”

hesitation, Alexander removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

“Better?” he asked.

The jacket smelled like him, expensive cologne with underlying

by small lights embedded in the ground. His hand rested at the small of

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

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