The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Olivia

I finished my lunch leisurely before heading back toward the hotel. The afternoon passed quickly as I worked on some campaign materials in the suite’s office, video chatting with Ava about design elements.

At precisely three o’clock, my phone rang.

“I’m downstairs,” Alexander said when I answered. “Ready?”

“Give me five minutes.”

I grabbed my jacket and purse, checking my reflection one last time before heading down. Alexander waited in the lobby, his tie loosened and jacket slung over one arm. He looked tired, but his face lit up when he saw

“Hey,” he said, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Miss me?”

“Desperately. I’ve been counting the seconds.”

“Liar.” But he smiled, keeping his arm around my waist as we headed outside, where Geoffrey waited with the

car.

Tower Bridge was even more impressive up close. The Victorian Gothic towers loomed overhead, and intricate stonework and gleaming walkways connected them high above the Thames.

“Ready?” Alexander asked as we entered the tower.

“No. But let’s do it anyway.”

The glass floor walkway was everything I’d feared and more. Standing 138 feet above the river with nothing but transparent panels between me and the water below made my stomach drop to my feet.

“Oh god,” I breathed, frozen at the entrance.

Alexander’s hand found mine, warm and steady. “I’ve got you. We’ll go slow.”

We inched onto the glass together, my fingers digging into his palm. Below us, boats glided past on the Thames, and people and cars crossed the lower bridge.

“Don’t look down,” I gasped.

“Kind of defeats the purpose,” Alexander pointed out, amused.

hate you right

“No, you don’t.”

was right. His solid presence beside me, his hand anchoring mine, made the terrifying

the middle of the walkway, where I finally managed to

whispered. “This is

“But amazing, right?”

“Terrifyingly amazing.”

spent twenty minutes on the walkway, Alexander patient as I gradually relaxed enough to actually enjoy the view. By

once we were

a kiss to my hair.

simple praise warmed me from the

the afternoon exploring the South Bank, walking along the river as the sun began its descent. Street performers entertained crowds, the London

asked as we passed a row

“Yes.”

overlooking the river. The food was simple but delicious,

said,

with an intensity that made heat pool

pink, the city lights beginning to twinkle. People flowed around us,

said

“Fancy?”

need

I’d packed specifically for fancy dinners. It hugged

obscene.

a fresh suit, his hair still damp.

Liv. You’re trying to kill

presentable for

his hands

turned hungry.

I gasped

“Worth it.”

me, straightening his tie in the mirror.

waiting list that apparently didn’t apply to Alexander Carter. The food was exquisite, each course more elaborate

some kind of deconstructed

“Wait until dessert.”

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