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.

eyes intense. “Just in case

Before I could respond, a waiter appeared with

he said, placing them on the table

champagne was exquisite, tiny bubbles dancing across my tongue. “This

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

tasted anything so delicious if I hadn’t met Alexander. Marketing executives on my salary

I said, setting my glass down, “do you bring

makes you

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

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

“We have a song?”

eyes sparkled with

of foam that looked like it belonged in a modern art museum. The flavor was incredible, briny and sweet

bite. “I might need a moment

his eyes darkening slightly at my

You’d miss

eyebrows shot up. “Now that

different wine. 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

said, twirling the stem of my wine glass, “most people

serious, as if he’d immediately call for dough

not. This is…” I gestured at the

suggested we

a small trail that leads to an even better

me shiver slightly. Without hesitation, Alexander removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth of his

“Better?” he asked.

The jacket smelled like him, expensive cologne with underlying notes of something uniquely

the ground. His hand rested at the small of my back, guiding me around corners until we reached a circular platform extending out from the

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

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