บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Contract Husband: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Alex’s pov“But that is what this company has been doing for weeks now and frankly it’s a bit stale. I’m tired of this rubbish. You guys are not interested in the deals I’ve made or how I’ve managed this company and made so much money. You care about the gossip columns. About appearances.”Clarkson shot back, “Appearances matter! This company thrives on reputation, trust, credibility. And right now, you’re dragging us into the mud.”“I’ve done nothing but work myself raw for this company,” I said. My throat burned. “Every sleepless night, every goddamn meeting, every contract we’ve landed in the last six months has my signature on it. But because someone doesn’t like who I married, suddenly I’m unfit?”An older man, Reynolds, slammed his palm against the table. “It’s not about who you married, Alex. It’s about stability. Discipline. A leader who can keep his head straight. You’re in the papers for fights, for scandals, for rumors. You look reckless. Investors are scared, and scared mo

Dennis’s pov“It doesn’t become good,” she snapped, too collected. “But it helps. If you end this… you might save him.”I felt the air go out of the elevator. She said it as if she was asking someone to change a shirt for not fitting.The doors opened. We had arrived at the ground floor.I swallowed hard before I could choke the words out. “You can’t understand.”Her head tilted to the side again, her eyes slitted and dangerous. “Then help me,” she all but hissed at me in an angry whisper. “Help me understand why you are doing this… Why you are making it harder for him?”I ignored her and tried to leave as she held my hand. “Please, Dennis,” she said. “I’m begging you. Please.”I then looked at her chest to see she had a little microphone there.She was spying on me.I scoffed and shook my head. “You are all the same. Try hiding your microphone a bit better next time.”With that, I walked out of the company while she groaned in frustration.***The hospital smell smothered me as usual

Alex’s povI pushed through the door harder than intended as I stumbled forward and held the counter by the door.I shook my head to keep my vision from swimming as I tried to walk but kept on skidding over the floors.I was so exhausted that I couldn’t stand up straight.Looking up, I found my complexion staring back at me.My tie was looped half gathered around my chest, shirttail hanging down, not giving one single fuck.“Great,” I belched and the smell of alcohol hit my nose.I shook my head as I heard someone running to me."Sir?"I turned my head. It was our butler, looking as immaculate as always in his suit, not a hair out of place. He seemed to hesitate before speaking.“You have some calls to make. The directors are expecting…”“Just go away.” I snapped at him and started away from him. I didn’t come home to come and start hearing all these things from him. Some of the anger drained out with my breath.He froze for half a second, then his face went blank again, that trained

Alex’s pov“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said while breathing heavily. “We should be…”I didn’t let him finish, cutting him off by pressing back in, capturing his mouth with mine again. Harder this time. Desperate. Like if I stopped, reality would all sweep back in and become real; the board, the company and the hospital… everything.He kissed me back. He really kissed me back. His hands, hesitant at first, found my chest, pressing against me, maybe to hold me away, maybe to pull me closer… I couldn’t tell. Hell, I didn’t even care.For a moment, the world shrank. I didn’t think of the problems I had. I only thought of this moment I was enjoying.Then he broke the kiss again, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine. “This… this is insane,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You’re drunk. You have no idea what you’re doing.”I laughed a bit and licked my lips. “Drunk doesn’t mean blind, Dennis. I know what I’m doing. I know who I’m kissing. I’m kissing my husband.”His lips parte

Dennis’s povI knew I had to get out of here so I did what any sensible person would do. I tried not to wake him up and I tried to sneak out.No. No, this was wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen.We were married on paper, nothing more. A contract. A performance. Not… this.I slid his hand gently off me and slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath my feet. I retrieved my trousers from the floor, fumbling as softly as possible but naturally, luck was not with me."Where are you going?"I froze when I heard his voice that was thick with sleep.“Nowhere.” I didn’t look up. “Just… to my room.”The bed creaked as he sat up, then his hair was a mess, his chest bare but the sheets neatly pooled around his waist and he just looked insufferably comfortable, like this was nothing new. Like it wasn’t earth shattering.“Running?” He smirked, propping himself on his hands. “After a night like that?”I felt my cheeks turn red as I shook my head. “Last night was… it was a mistake.”“A mistake?” H