Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Katrina showered and dressed quickly, choosing to wear a long-sleeved sweater, a nice pair of jeans, and some fleece socks. She curled her hair, added a bit of makeup to her face, and sprayed some perfume across her outfit. After brushing her teeth, she was ready to

go. on his laptop

She grabbed her sneakers from the closet and carried them with her to the front room. She glanced at Kylan who was indeed working on She slapped on her sneakers, tied them both, and then she walked over to Kylan

She stopped behind him and didn't allow herself to doubt what she were doing, before she reached a hand out and placed it on his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" She asked him softly.

kylan didn't tense under her touch and only nodded his head, closing his laptop and then standing from the armchair.

She both put her jackets on near the front door of the suite and then Kylan passed, looking down at her.

"Did you sleep alright?" he asked her, watching her carefully for her response.

She wondered if he was actually asking if he had kept her up with any nightmares. She forced the expression on her face to remain neutral. meeting has gaze with a smile now, "I did, thank you. That bed is ridiculously comfortable. I might have to buy one myself" With a smile still firmly in place, she took hold of his hand and opened the door

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The drive to the harbor wasn't uncomfortable by any means, but she snuck an occasional glance at Kylan, just bit tired.

in case. He seemed okay, if not a little

Her mind wandered back to the night before when she witnessed him in such distress. It was a stark contrast to the normally stole man she had come to know over the last few years, and it had her on edge. She wanted to know what he had been dreaming about. She wanted to know who Yasmin was. She wanted to let him know she was there for him

They all felt too big for the situation and especially too big for where she and Kylan were

all, though? It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't be something she even thought about, truthfully. It was inappropriate. Even still, she were having a

when Kylan parked the car near the harbor. It was larger than she remembered it being. Rows and rows filled with every kind of boat lined the weaving webs of the boardwalk as far as the

so she held onto Kylan's hand and guided him along the wooden slats, craning her neck to look

little bit better.

in from the Gulf of Maine, but she almost didn't mind. It was nostalgic. really. Her mind recalled several different instances as a child where she would spend countless hours with her father on his boat, laughing while

best to ensure she never wanted for

mother.

boat

around the small space, his white button down flowing in the wind, the curls on his head bristling slightly while he moved

focused on the letters. "Ahh yes, because that is what Katrina is. My flower.

a few Kylan followed after her and then her father showed them to a small, makeshift, floor-level table near the stem of the boat There, he croque monsieur's and some fruit laid out for them. She

for a moment before he

the occasional inclusion of Kylan. The boat rocked gently in the breeze while they filled their stomachs with warm food and their minds with wonderful memories. "And then, Katrina insisted on riding her scooter down the boardwalk, even after I warned her the wood was uneven in places, and it would surely end in disaster. But alas, my fille is more stubborn than that. She did not get far before the front wheel

tider."

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Chapter 47

at her as he recalled yet another

from her

his mouth. "How old were you at the time?" he asked her,

blushing, but she hoped it would only read as she being

but too foolish to heed the advice of her father, Kylan mused, turning and smirking at her father. She watched as they exchanged a silent look of knowing and she rolled her eyes with a huff. "Okay, yes. I was definitely reckless. But I had just gotten the scooter at the start of summer vacation, and I wanted

your spirit. It's one of the many reasons I think you make an incredible artist." Her father shifted the conversation suddenly and she felt her blush deepen. "Alright, that's enough about my childhood. Thank you for breakfast, father," she told him as she brought another blackberry to her

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