Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 108

5 Years After

Isabella was thrilled to be starting her new job, especially as the assistant to such a remarkable man. Kylan Ross was the definition of exceptional-handsome, stoic, and seemingly flawless. His reputation preceded him: a man ruthless with his adversaries, yet kind and supportive to employees who earned his respect. She could hardly believe her luck in landing a position that would allow her to work closely with him. Waiting by the elevator with a mix of pride and anticipation, she felt her heart race and her cheeks warm as the doors slid open, revealing Kylan in a long coat and hat, his smartphone in hand and a faint, reserved smile on his face.

Isabella gasped, then quickly bowed. "G-Good morning, Sir!"

Kylan glanced up, taking in her appearance with a brief, assessing gaze. Her long blonde hair was tied to one side, and draped over her shoulder, complementing her fitted black skirt, white blouse, and soft pink cardigan with a small, tasteful pin. He acknowledged her presence with a slight nod, though his attention soon returned to his phone, where a picture of his family awaited him-a photo of Kate holding their young daughter, Clarence, who was snuggled in a onesie. Kylan's gaze softened as he looked at the picture, the pride and adoration evident in his eyes. Katrina and Clarence were his world, his everything. He'd do anything to protect them both.

"Morning," he replied, stepping out of the elevator. "You must be my new assistant."

Isabella hurried to keep up with his brisk pace as he moved toward his office. "Yes, Sir. Isabella Stone."

When they entered his office, Kylan set his phone down on his grand desk and shrugged off his coat and hat, surprised when Isabella stepped forward to take them. "Thank Katrina, Mrs. Stone," he said coolly.

She hung up his coat with a blush. "It's Miss, actually."

He handed her his gloves with a polite nod. "Apologies, Miss Stone."

As she took his gloves, her eyes caught on the glint of a wedding ring on his hand. She bit her lip, feeling a pang of disappointment-her hopes of catching his interest were dashed. But, stubbornly, she held on to the thought that maybe she could still find a way into his life, wife or not. Kylan was worth the effort.

She cleared her throat. "May I ask something, Sir?"

Kylan, now seated at his desk and loosening his blazer, glanced at her expectantly. "Go ahead."

"What happened to your last assistant?"

His gaze drifted to a framed photo on his desk-one of them, his beloved wife. "The one before had to transfer to another state."

he had a female secretary who had become his girlfriend. This was very well known throughout New York, and Isabella despised that woman for sleeping her way up. However, seeing how handsome Kylan Ross was up

female secretary

had to leave to avoid some rumors," he quipped. He knew he was oversharing but wanted to talk about Katrina to people over the years he had healed. "She became head of one of the departments before she had to leave to focus on her baby. Although," he added with

birth to Clarence, he wanted her to focus on their child. "Because I wanted my wife to be comfortable and happy at home. She's a bit... stubborn, though. It was only when our

Katrina; to him, Katrina was perfect. Every thought he had of her and Clarence filled him with a quiet,

smile and

from his computer as emails poured in, his jaw tightening as he read through them. Without pausing, he began listing tasks for Isabella.

start on those tasks.

nodded and bowed. "Yes, Sir! Do you need

framed photo

the door closed, Kylan's expression softened as he turned his gaze back to

the one standing across from him, listening to him rattle

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"slow the ever-loving hell down," or Katrina would

complain about."

fearless spirit. Katrina never asked if he wanted tea; Katrina just brought it, anticipating his needs before he even voiced them. Katrina

clamor shattered his focus-Isabella had returned, far louder than Katrina had ever been.

he sipped the tea she brought, finding it palatable but nothing special. He missed the way Katrina made it, the subtle warmth that only her hands could infuse into something as simple as

was interrupted by voices outside his office-Isabella was loudly insisting someone shouldn't go in. Just as Kylan was about to reprimand her for the noise, the door swung open, and there Katrina was, with little Clarence clutching her hand as he toddled beside Katrina. Kylan felt his tension melt away at the sight of them, his entire

and squealed, "Dada!" She let go of her mother's hand and wobbled over to Kylan, who knelt down to scoop her up, showering her little face with

forward. "But Ma'am, you

smile. "Don't worry about it.

Isabella's face fell. "W-wife?"

laughed and moved closer to Kylan. "Hi, handsome. How's

Clarence before answering. "Silly, as always." He tickled Clarence, making her giggle. "But it's much better now