Semua Bab Playboy CEO Contract Wife : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Elena’s POVBy six o'clock in the evening, the long floor of the executive suite had completely quieted down. The hum of printers had stopped, the phone lines were quiet, and most of the staff had already packed their bags and taken the elevators down. Frank had left twenty minutes earlier, leaving the quiet hallway empty and peaceful.I sat at my desk, organizing the last set of quarterly reports into neat blue folders and shutting down my computer. My back was sore from sitting all day, but I felt a small sense of accomplishment. I was just pulling my handbag out of the bottom drawer when the heavy mahogany door to Oliver's office opened.Oliver walked out into the corridor.I looked up, expecting his usual serious, unreadable expression. Instead, his dark eyes were unusually bright, and a clear, genuine smile relaxed the sharp lines of his face. He looked ten years younger without the heavy weight of stress resting on his shoulders."We got them," Oliver said, stopping right in fro

Oliver’s POVWhen we got back to the penthouse, the quiet warmth of the apartment met us at the door. I carried the heavy black garment bags containing Elena’s new dresses inside, setting them neatly on the armchair near the entryway.I headed straight down the hall to check on Chloe.When I pushed her bedroom door open, she was sitting up in bed with a sketchpad in her lap, her small room brightly lit. She looked up, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me."Oliver!" she greeted, setting her pencils down.I walked over, pulling up a chair beside her bed and sitting down. "How are you feeling tonight?""Much better," she smiled, leaning back against her pillows. "The doctor said my energy levels are coming back up slowly.""Good," I said softly, reaching out to gently mess up her hair. "Because we have good news. The Sterling deal is officially signed. We're having the official contract signing this Friday, followed by a launch party."Chloe gasped, a big smile spreading across her

Oliver’s POVThe grand ballroom of the hotel was filled with bright lights, towering floral arrangements, and the soft hum of classical music playing in the background. Every major board member, shareholder, and corporate partner of Sterling Global and Wyatt Enterprises was in the room.I stood on the raised stage, holding the heavy gold pen as I signed my name at the bottom of the final contract. Beside me, the CEO of Sterling Group signed his copy, and we shook hands in front of a sea of flashing cameras.Once the clapping quieted down, I stepped up to the podium microphone. I looked across the crowded room until my eyes found Elena standing near the front row, glowing in her deep emerald gown."Tonight is not just a major victory for our company," I said, my voice carrying clearly through the speakers. "It is also a deeply personal milestone for me. Standing beside me through this entire process has been my incredible partner. I want to officially introduce you all to my wife, Elen

Oliver’s POVThe quiet click of Elena’s bedroom door closing echoed through the empty hallway.I stood rooted to the spot, my hand still raised in the air where her face had been just seconds ago. My skin was still warm from her touch, and my lips were tingling from the softness of hers.I stared at the closed wooden door, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.Part of me wanted to step forward, raise my hand, and knock on the wood. *Should I talk to her about it? Should I turn the handle and go into her room right now?*I took a half-step toward her door, my fingers hovering over the polished handle. But I stopped myself. If I went in there right now, with my chest burning and my mind spinning, I didn't know what I would say. I didn't know if I could keep the distance we were supposed to have.Slowly, I let my hand drop to my side. I turned around, walked down the hall to my own bedroom, and pushed the door shut behind me.I didn't turn on the lights. I just walked o

Oliver’s POV The silence between us at the breakfast table felt warm and comfortable. Watching Elena talk about her parents and her little sister, I felt a deep sense of respect for her. She had carried so much heavy pain on her young shoulders without ever complaining or giving up. I finished my coffee, setting the white ceramic cup down on its saucer with a quiet clink. Looking across the table at her, I noticed the soft flush still resting on her cheeks. She looked relaxed now, but I hadn't forgotten the way her eyes had widened in panic when she first walked into the room this morning. I knew why she was nervous. I knew she was thinking about the kiss outside her bedroom door last night. I had purposely chosen not to bring it up. I saw how flighty she was when it came to us. If I brought up the kiss, if I pressed her about what it meant, I knew she would retreat behind her walls. She would start worrying about the contract, apologize for breaking the rules, and try to run awa