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

of the words that came to her mind sounded like the right thing to say. They all felt too big for the situation and especially too big for where she and Kylan were in her relationship. She wondered if she might ever reach the place where she felt confident asking Kylan such personal questions without this much pause, but she

that place with him at all, though? It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't be something she even thought about, truthfully. It

was larger than she remembered it being. Rows and rows filled with every kind of boat lined

boat looked like, and so she held onto Kylan's hand and guided him along the

little bit better.

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 he Laught her how to lower the sails or take the helm. By the end of a day of sailing, her father would either tell she a bedtime story,

father did his best to ensure she

mother.

boat a

shuffling around the small space, his white button down flowing in the wind,

blue lettering that adorned the white, chipping paint along the side of his boat. "Ma Fleur," Kylan said from next to her, his eyes also focused on the letters. "Ahh yes, because that is what Katrina is. My flower. Good morning to you both, please come aboard." Her

stem of the boat There, he croque monsieur's and some fruit laid out for them. She smiled and

moment before he finally sat down next to

her and her father, with 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

tider."

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Chapter 47

her as he recalled

from her

a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How old were you at the time?" he

would only read

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

You were always an adventurous child, and I loved your spirit. It's one of the many reasons I think you make an incredible artist." Her father shifted the conversation suddenly and

you. Alois, Kylan

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