The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Olivia

Alexander was in pajama bottoms, his chest bare. I tried not to stare at the defined muscles of his torso as he moved around the room.

“So,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Hmm?” I was busy collecting my dress from the floor and hanging it up properly.

“I need to go to Europe next week. London, Paris, and Milan. Meetings with international investors and a potential acquisition.”

I turned to face him, my interest piqued. “Oh? For how long?”

“Ten days,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “And I want you to come with me.”

“Me?” I asked, surprised by the invitation. “Won’t you be working most of the time?”

Alexander nodded. “During the days, yes. But evenings would be ours.”

The prospect of exploring European cities with Alexander was undeniably appealing. “What about my work? The Thompson account just launched.”

“Already cleared it with Michelle. You can work remotely when needed, but mostly it would be time for us. You deserve a break.”

I walked over to the bed and sat beside him. “Ten days in Europe does sound amazing.”

“So that’s a yes?” His eyes held a hopeful gleam that made my heart do a little flip.

I decided. “Let’s go to Europe. I’ve never been

leaned over and

“You’re really

pasta. It will ruin you for American Italian

“Sounds dangerous. I might

Alexander said, lying down beside me. “I’d have to

home.”

to face him. “You’d miss

losing a wife would

arm playfully. “Ever the

my hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes suddenly serious. “I

me off guard. “I’d miss you too,” I admitted, surprising myself with how

for a moment, the confession hanging between

Europe. Any specific requests

rolled onto my back, considering the question. “The Louvre in Paris, definitely.

can do all the touristy things if you want. I’ve been to these cities

multiple times and

distance. Never felt

“That’s criminal. It’s like going

I’ve also never done,”

How is

where the meetings are. Hotels, restaurants, office buildings. Not

my head. “That’s just sad. All work and no

I?” he asked, one eyebrow raised

sightseeing habits? Absolutely.

to the bed with a playful growl. “Take it

hold. “Never. It’s the truth. You probably have spreadsheets instead of vacation

protested, his grip on my wrists tightening just

really? Name three vacation activities that didn’t

diving in the Maldives. Hiking in New Zealand. Skiing

an eyebrow.

“I have photographic evidence.”

“Show me then.”

released me and reached for his phone on the nightstand. He scrolled through his gallery before holding up a photo of himself in scuba gear, the crystal blue waters of what could plausibly be

behind him.

“But I bet you were there for a business meeting and just took a quick dive between conference

silence confirmed my suspicion, and I

random woman in your hotel room doesn’t count as a

my words. “Is that what

I wrong?” I

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