The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 197

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

a few

“For what?”

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me here. For taking the time to do tourist things even when

found mine, his fingers interlacing with my own. “I’d

sincerity in his voice. “Careful, Mr. Carter.

we

“Right. Practice.”

the way he looked at me suggested it wasn’t entirely practice. And the

ourselves in the ancient civilizations wing

weathering pattern on that column?” he said, leaning close to point. “That’s from centuries of people touching it in the

depressing when you think about how

are.”

“Getting philosophical again?”

that to me. All this permanence makes you realize

with my own. “Then we

surprisingly deep for

contain multitudes,” he said with mock

left the museum, the sun had started its descent toward the horizon, painting

asked as we stepped onto the

All that culture

place nearby. Authentic British pub food,

“Lead the way.”

from business hours to evening leisure. People spilled out of offices, heading to happy hours and

side street, its exterior covered in dark wood and etched glass. The sign above the door read “The

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warm a

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

has been here since the 1700s,” Alexander said as we found a corner table. “Supposedly Shakespeare drank here, but every pub

This place looks

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