Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Oscar was sick.

Kylan was getting better.

While one body was deteriorating, another mind was healing. Mersing. Being put back together slowly, piece by cracked piece.

Moment by moment.

It had been a few days since Katrina found out about Oscar's diagnosis. A few days of Kylan beginning to go to therapy three days a week, a few days of Oscar going to radiations treatments. A few of doing her best to be there for both men.

Kylan was in the thick of unboxing his trauma, which meant he was often drained to the point of isolating for a while after each session. She listened to his curs. She was there for him when he allowed her to be. And she kept Ross Corporation afloat with Ryan while Kylan worked on himself for once in his life.

Kylan fought her nearly every day to stay with Ross Corporation. To stay with him. Though she tried to explain to him that those were two inherently separate things, in his mind, they were one and the same

She still wasn't sure what she even was with Kylan. She hadn't exactly talked about it, and it felt like there were more pressing things to be worried about, like Oscar being sick, and Kylan recovering from thirty-three years worth of travina, Perhaps the only silver lining amongst the shit, was that Ross Corp's stacks were positively souring lately. The Nightfall had released a week ago to unprecedented numbers and exceptional praise from police departments around the country. James Hugh had sent over a rather large and luxurious gift basket for her and Kylan to indulge in as way of celebration. Therefore, she had survived solely on gourmet chocolate and bread over the last few days.

seemed like an okay fit. If anything, it

he knew it was a healthy decision. A necessary one. If

seeing Oscar every morning. It would be hard. But she wasn't afraid make challening decisions, not anymore. Not when

to several inquiries about the position of Kylan's personal assistant, her eyes bleary and her neck and shoulders aching from

email that wasn't even in the realm of being a right in for Kylan. Not paying a single bit of attention to the time, she falled

six o'clock, Katrina Kylan's low baritone pulled her gaze

him sheepishly and shrugged her tired shoulders. "I deleted fifteen emails and responded to two. I think one is maybe promising enough to set a preliminary meeting with, but I'll look into it more tomorrow. She rubbed the back of her neck with

his spot near the door and moved to stand next to her. He then surprised her by reaching out and cupping her check gently. You're the only perfect assistant for me. Whoever you find, will be a mere shadow compared to you," he

of sigh passing over

new, though it was. "My session was. Good today, I think. Positive, mostly. I talked a lot about you." He didn't expand any

to her at all, though. It made her happy that he was caring about himself. That he was trying Bo

mention how many times I've screwed up your reports or tea, over the last few years! I'm certain of times 1 pissed you off." She grinned

a

Who knows I've talked enough about my shit the last few days" Kylan shook his head and took hold of her hand, helping her stand from her chair. "It's

indeed," she agreed. "There's a party tonight. Ryan mostly planned it, so you know it's sure to be a ridiculous spectacle that Ross Corporation

neck