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.

intense. “Just in case I find someone worth bringing

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

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

bubbles dancing across

Alexander’s eyes

met Alexander. Marketing executives on my salary didn’t exactly splurge on

said, setting my glass down, “do you bring all your dates to secret restaurants

upward. “What makes you think I bring dates here at

wanted without asking. The fact that we’re literally above the clouds looking down at Los Angeles like gods on Olympus.” I gestured

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

“We have a song?”

yet.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “But

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

my god,” I moaned after the first bite. “I might need a moment

teased, his eyes darkening

You’d miss my

shot up. “Now that

The chef appeared briefly to explain each creation; terms like “yuzu emulsion” and “truffle soil” floated past my comprehension as I focused more on Alexander’s reactions than the elaborate

stem of my wine glass, “most people just

you like pizza instead?” His tone was serious, as if he’d immediately call for dough and cheese if I requested

is…” I gestured at the empty

suggested we

better viewpoint,” he said, offering

making me shiver slightly. Without hesitation, Alexander removed his jacket and draped it over

“Better?” he asked.

cologne with underlying

illuminated by small lights embedded in the ground. His hand rested at the small of my back, guiding me

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

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