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."

had a female secretary who had become his girlfriend. This was very well known throughout New

had a female secretary before,

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

comfortable and happy at home. She's a bit... stubborn, though. It was only when our daughter was

Katrina; to him, Katrina was perfect. Every thought he had of her and Clarence filled him with a quiet, steady joy that Isabella, of course, couldn't

a smile and took out her notebook.

read through them. Without pausing, he began listing tasks for Isabella. As he dictated, he noticed her beginning to sweat. "Am I going too

can start on those

bowed. "Yes, Sir!

back at the framed photo of Katrina. "Tea.

moment the door closed, Kylan's expression softened as he turned his gaze back to their family picture.

the one standing across from him, listening to him rattle

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off halfway, told him to "slow the ever-loving hell down," or Katrina would "give him

complain about."

been shocked that someone dared to speak to him that way. But as time went on, he'd fallen hard for Katrina and her fearless spirit. Katrina never asked if he wanted tea; Katrina just brought it, anticipating his needs before he even voiced them.

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

Katrina made it, the subtle warmth that only her hands could infuse into something as simple as tea. The thought crossed his mind that he might need to start bringing his own tea or, better yet,

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,

hand and wobbled over to Kylan, who knelt down to scoop her up, showering her

hurried forward. "But Ma'am, you

gentle smile. "Don't worry about

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

laughed and moved closer to

tickled Clarence,