The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Chapter 189

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“Are you planning to stare at that suitcase until it packs itself?” Alexander’s amused voice broke through my packing paralysis.

I glanced up from the empty luggage sitting accusingly on our bed. “I’ve never packed for Europe before. What does one wear in London during this season?”

“Anything you want,” Alexander replied, coming to stand behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders, kneading gently. “You’ll look beautiful regardless.”

“That’s not helpful,” I sighed, leaning into his touch. “I need practical advice. Is it going to rain the entire time? Do I need boots? Jackets? Will we be going somewhere fancy? How fancy?”

“Yes to rain in London, maybe in Paris, probably not in Milan. Pack layers. And as for fancy…” His fingers trailed down my arms. “Pack that red dress I like. The one that makes your breasts look spectacular.”

“Alexander!” I elbowed him playfully. “You’re still not helping.”

“Fine,” he conceded. “We have several business dinners scheduled, so three or four formal outfits.

Comfortable shoes for sightseeing. A coat for London, something lighter for Paris and Milan. The hotels have laundry service, so don’t overpack.”

I turned to face him. “Thank you. That’s actually useful information.”

“I have my moments.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Now hurry up. The jet leaves in three hours.”

The jet. Not a commercial flight, but Alexander’s private jet.

“You know,” I called as he headed toward the bathroom, “normal people fly coach.”

“Normal is boring,” he replied without turning around. “And I don’t do boring.”

Two hours later, we arrived at a private airfield where the sleek white jet waited on the tarmac. CARTER was emblazoned on the side in elegant silver lettering. A uniformed attendant greeted us and took our luggage while Alexander guided me up the stairs.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter,” the flight attendant said with a warm smile.

The interior exuded luxury with cream leather seats, polished wood tables, and plush carpeting, resembling a high–end living room more than an aircraft.

“This is…” I trailed off, taking it all in.

“Acceptable?” Alexander supplied with a knowing smirk.

“Ridiculous,” I corrected, but couldn’t keep the awe from my voice. “Wonderfully, extravagantly ridiculous.”

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Alexander laughed. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink before takeoff?”

“It’s nine in the morning.” I pointed out.

“And? We’re on vacation.”

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“You’re on a business trip with vacation elements,” I corrected. “And I’ll have coffee, please. Let’s save the champagne for when we’re airborne at least.”

Alexander ordered coffee for both of us while I settled into one of the buttery–soft leather seats. The flight attendant returned quickly with our drinks and informed us we’d be taking off shortly.

“To Europe,” Alexander said, raising his coffee mug to mine.

“To Europe,” I echoed, clinking my mug against his.

The flight was the most comfortable travel experience of my life. I alternated between reading, napping, and watching movies on the large screen while stretched out on what was essentially a full–sized bed. Alexander spent part of the flight on his laptop, earning pointed looks from me regarding our upcoming challenge, but he just winked and continued working.

“We’re beginning our descent into London Heathrow,” the captain’s voice announced over the intercom. “Local time is 7:42 AM. Weather is cloudy with light rain, temperature 12 degrees Celsius.”

I peered out the window at the patchwork of green fields and suburbs giving way to the sprawling city below. Morning sunlight filtered weakly through heavy clouds, giving everything a muted, dreamy quality.

“It looks like a movie set,” I murmured.

Alexander leaned over to look out my window. “Wait until you see it up close.”

A sleek black Bentley was waiting for us on the tarmac. The driver, a distinguished older gentleman named Geoffrey, greeted us warmly and loaded our luggage while we settled into the plush back seat.

“The Savoy Hotel, sir?” Geoffrey confirmed.

“Yes, thank you, Geoffrey,” Alexander replied, then turned to me. “Ready to experience London in style?”

The drive into the city center was fascinating. Red double–decker buses, black cabs, ancient buildings alongside modern skyscrapers, and crowds of people going about their morning commute. Everything familiar yet distinctly foreign.

“Look!” I pointed excitedly. “That’s the London Eye! And is that Big Ben?”

“It is,” Alexander confirmed, watching my enthusiasm with amusement. “Elizabeth Tower, technically. Big Ben is actually the bell inside.”

“Someone’s been reading tourist guides,” I teased.

“I may have done some research,” he admitted. “Since I’m apparently such a boring traveler.”

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The car slowed as we approached a stunning building alongside the Thames River.

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“The Savoy,” Geoffrey announced as uniformed hotel staff appeared almost instantly to open our doors.

The lobby was breathtaking, an elegant blend of Edwardian and Art Deco design. Marble floors, glittering chandeliers, and fresh flower arrangements created an atmosphere of timeless luxury.

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter, welcome to The Savoy,” the front desk manager greeted us. “We’re delighted to have you with us.”

“Thank you, Edmund,” Alexander replied, clearly familiar with the hotel. “Everything prepared as requested?”

“Of course, sir. We’ve upgraded you to the Royal Suite with River View. Bernard will show you up.”

A butler materialized beside us, and after a quick check–in process, we were escorted to our suite.

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