Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

By the time Katrina got home from work that night, she was exhausted. So exhausted, that she contemplated not eating dinner at all.

Whenever Kylan went out of town, it always meant more work for her beforehand. This week had been no exception, and she was spent

She put away her briefcase and finally kicked off her heels, her feet immediately thanking her. She rolled each of her ankles a few times and then forced herself to go into her kitchen and look for something to eat. Katrina settled on making some pasta, pulling a small pot from a cabinet near the stove and filling it with the appropriate amount of water. Setting it on a burner, she turned it on and then leaned against her commer

A notification on her phone reminded her it was time to check into her coming flight, and she did so for Kylan as well. Yawning she poured the pasta into the now boiling water. She shifted around her kitchen in search of a wine glass. Once she found one, she pulled a half- empty boule of the liquid from her fridge, flicked the cork off, and filled the glass on the kitchen counter

she stirred the noodles periodically, taking absent sips of her wine every so often. She was pulled out of her sleepy revere by a knock on her front

door

one she didn't know. They were

She set down her wine glass, tentatively walking over to the door Glancing through the peephole, she saw someone holding a white bag in their hands, glancing down at their watch periodically

she unlocked her door and opened it a fraction of the way. "Can I help you?" she asked the stranger, eyeing him wearily.

"Katrina Morgan? I have her order here." The man indicated to the bag in his hands, holding it out to her.

ordered anything! "Are you certain this is meant for me?" She didn't take the bag,

at her, shrugging. "I got your name

briefcase and withdrew a few dollars from her wallet. She returned and handed the tip to the guy. "Thank you." She smiled at him and

then opened the bag on the counter, taking a look inside. She smiled when she realized she knew exactly where the food was from. The Chinese restaurant she and Kylan were both fond of. The same place that he had ordered food from the night she was at

he sent it. He was the only

so. This was a nice gesture, a very

a word in

"Thank you. Sir. You didn't need to do that" she

worked hard this week. Today,

her phone on speaker, setting it down on the counter. She shed a colander out of a cupboard and then

for just me. Leftovers won't hold up very well in my fridge over the Dext few days. If

other end of the line, and

to.... it was only an invitation, she quickly

sounded. She sighed and found some spare Tupperware, putting the noodles inside and then cuts a shell in

few things I need to do before our flight tomorrow. You should go to sleep after you're done eating.

she fek at his rejection. Of course. Sir Thank you again. Make sure you take her sleeping medication, so you're not tired of our trip. Her eyes moved to her birtliday painting, and she båt her inner cheek. "Thank you again for agreeing to meet my father. I assure you;

not staying

nod, even though he couldn't see her doing so. "He does. He's not exactly thrilled about it, but he understands. He said he knows we want to have uh, privacy." She cleared her throat, feeling her

and get

you again. I see you tomorrow She waited to see if Kylan would say anything else, but the line choked dead and so