The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 165

After signing the check, Alexander stood and pulled out my chair. His hand found the small of my back as we navigated through the restaurant, and I was acutely aware of the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress.

Outside, the valet promptly brought Alexander’s car around. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the restaurant’s warmth, and I took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of night–blooming jasmine from nearby planters.

“Successful evening?” Alexander asked as we settled into the car.

“Very. I think we showed whoever was watching that we’re completely unbothered by their petty gossip.”

“And we ate extremely well in the process.”

“A win–win situation.”

As we drove through the quiet streets of Beverly Hills, I found myself reflecting on the day, from the triumph of securing the Thompson Hotels account to the unexpected confrontation with Penelope and the nasty gossip article.

“Alexander?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for handling the legal side of things today. With the article, I mean.”

He glanced over. “No need to thank me. It’s what any husband would do.”

The word “husband” still felt strange to hear, even after our weeks together. Strange, but not unpleasant.

had to deal

echoing his earlier words. “It won’t be the last

Something to look

it. And for what it’s worth, you handled yourself brilliantly with Penelope

“I did?”

professional, and you didn’t

my coffee on

fact that you didn’t

pulled into the garage beneath the estate, the security gate closing behind us with a soft mechanical whir. Alexander parked in his usual spot and turned off the engine,

eyebrow raised. “High

should be. I had very

I’m glad I’ve exceeded your very low

this would be awkward and uncomfortable, but it’s been… I

add

his arm playfully.

for what it’s worth, I feel the same

the dim light of the garage. There was something intimate about the moment, not

silence first. “We should

knew fighting off gossip columnists and evil

to my world.” Alexander climbed out of the car and came around to open my door. “The glamorous life of a

out, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. “More like ‘exhausting‘

quiet, most of the staff having retired for the evening. Alexander flicked

toward the bar in the

Any more alcohol and I might start drunk–texting Victoria to tell her exactly

“Now that I’d pay to

a sigh of relief.

your time,” Alexander called after me as I padded down

dimly lit, just the way I’d left it this morning. I flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the king–sized bed. The sight of it was too tempting to resist. 1 flopped face–first onto the plush duvet, letting out

I mumbled

back, staring at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in my mind: securing the Thompson Hotels

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