Contract Marriage with my boss

pte

the aroma of roasted lamb and fresh vegetables filling the ai

perfection, served with a reducti

twinkling. "Ah, Francois, you've outdone yourself. This

anding attention. His mother, Catherine Blackwo

ful to see you. You look tired, tho

ine love. Alexander's expression softened, h

lexander said, kissing her cheek. "And

lexander, now that you're back, we need to discuss your future.

his eyes narrowing. "Father, I'm not

rm. "Reginald, dear, let's not push Alexander. He

ake the reins of this company, and Alexander is the only suitab

sdain. "I'll do what's best for the company, Father. But I won't

ld's face turned red with anger. Francois, sensi

urther, Father," Alexan

ble. "You'll do as I say, Alexander

ld, stop. This is not the time or place. We'll di

hung in the air like a challenge, while Reginald's anger simmered just below the surf

******

he sipped his black coffee. His secretary, Rachel, entered with a stack of fil

ion remained impass

ng, "Marketing meeting at 10 am. And I

the files, his face unr

"Your father

rrowed as he took t

Roses are blooming beautifully," hi

m off. "What do

d discuss about your future. You're not getting younger. It's time

etached. "I'm busy, Father.

e down, have more children. Miranda needs a youn

icy. "I'll consider it. I

this isn't just about business.

"My personal life is none of your

up the phone, his expression unchanging. Rachel watched him, sensing the tension. "Shall

odded curtl

****

k. He was greeted by the sound of tiny feet pattering against the floor.

hined, her arms crossed and

hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie! Daddy

promised to be home on time,

baby. I got stuck in a meeting. But I'm her

, but she still looked uncertain. "Oka

to do? We can have a picnic on the couch, o

"I want a picnic! And I w

ket of her favorite snacks. As they munched on goldfish crackers and grapes, Al

e, her earlier annoyance forgotten. "Dadd

sweetie. I love spending time with you. You

elids drooping. Alexander tucked her into bed, feelin

Miranda whispered,

kissing her forehead. He turned out the light and t

**

oman, but his thoughts were laced with detachment. "Just anot

is mind reduced it to a mere calculat

but his thoughts dismissed it as

but his mind saw it as "a well-

her kiss, but his mental voice remained unimpre

me, but his mind shrugged it off. "

encounter," he concluded, his mind already moving on to the next challenge, the next conquest. The memory