The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 197

Olivia

Alexander was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was thoughtful. “What kind of legacy do you want to leave?”

The question caught me off guard. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it in those terms.”

“Think about it now.”

I considered his question, my eyes still on the illuminated manuscript. “Something that matters, I guess. Something that helps people or makes the world slightly better.”

“That’s admirably vague.”

I elbowed him gently. “What about you? What’s your legacy going to be? Carter Enterprises expanding into new markets?”

“That’s my grandfather’s legacy, not mine.” He paused. “I’m still figuring out what mine will be.”

There was something vulnerable in his admission, a crack in his usual confidence. I turned to face him, surprised by the contemplative expression on his face.

“We have time to figure it out,” I said, not entirely sure why I’d said “we” instead of “you.”

Alexander’s eyes met mine, something unreadable passing between us. The moment stretched, charged with an intensity that had nothing to do with ancient artifacts.

“Should we see the reading room?” he asked finally, breaking the spell.

“Definitely. Lead the way.”

The reading room was breathtaking, a circular space with towering bookshelves and a magnificent domed ceiling. Natural light filtered through windows high above, casting everything in a warm glow.

“This is gorgeous,” I whispered, spinning slowly to take it all in.

“No shouting in the British Library,” Alexander teased.

“I’m whispering!”

“Barely.”

We found a quiet corner and sat on one of the benches, simply enjoying the space. Other visitors moved quietly around us, their footsteps muffled on the polished floors.

“Thank

you

after a few minutes

“For what?”

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bringing me here. For taking the time to do tourist things

with my own. “I’d rather be here with you than anywhere else right

breath caught at the sincerity in his voice.

we need

“Right. Practice.”

it wasn’t entirely practice.

hour wandering the museum, eventually finding ourselves in the ancient civilizations wing where Alexander pointed out details I would have missed

people touching it in the exact same spot. All those hands, all that

I admitted. “And slightly depressing when you think about how temporary

are.”

“Getting philosophical again?”

to me. All this permanence makes you realize

interlacing with my own. “Then we should make the most of our fleeting

surprisingly deep

he said with mock

we finally left the museum, the sun had started its descent toward the horizon, painting London’s sky

we

that culture worked

Authentic

“Lead the way.”

with historic buildings, the city transitioning from business hours to evening leisure. People spilled out of offices, heading to happy hours and dinner

street, its exterior covered in dark wood and etched

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the walls, and the bar was lined with brass fixtures that had

place has been here since the 1700s,” Alexander said as we found a corner

This place looks older than