Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 117

"Oh, look at that."

Isabella jumped from where she was standing before she whirled around to see Aaron standing behind her with one of his eyebrows raised. She quickly put down her desk calendar on her table. "What are you doing here?" "Kylan wanted to ask you what took you so long, so I volunteered to come here."

Isabella frowned. So Kylan wanted to check on her and yet this stupid friend of Katrina wanted to ruin their moment together? "I had already called all the heads. Happy?"

Aaron smiled. "Kylan would be."

Isabella blushed as she thought of Kylan being happy she did her job. Aaron noticed this and his smile turned to a sarcastic one.

"Well, isn't this interesting," he said, his tone sharp enough to make Isabella flinch again. "You are hovering around a married man, Ms. Stone. Do your job as required and don't make things complicated."

Isabella's cheeks flushed. "I-I... I don't know what you're talking about." She quickly excused herself, walking away with brisk, irritated steps. Aaron watched her retreat before stepping back into Kylan's conference room.

"What's going on with your assistant?" Aaron asked as he sat on Kylan's left side. The right side was always Ryan's seat, everyone knew that.

Kylan sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Isabella? She's a bit... overeager. It's harmless."

Aaron crossed his arms. "You sure about that? Because from where I was standing, it looked like she was trying to keep you here longer than necessary."

Kylan frowned. "It's her job to assist me. Sometimes that means working late."

Aaron shook his head. "Don't be naïve, Kylan. I've known people like her. You, too. She's not just working late to help you; she's deliberately stretching out your tasks. She's trying to keep you here, away from Katrina and Clarence. And let me guess, she's been finding excuses to hang around your office?"

Kylan hesitated before nodding slowly. "She does offer to stay late a lot. But it's professional-she hasn't crossed any boundaries."

Aaron groaned in frustration. "Kylan, that's exactly her strategy. She's playing the long game, trying to make herself indispensable while creating distance between you and your family. I don't think she's harmless at all."

Kylan's jaw tightened as Aaron's words sank in. He thought back to the past few weeks-Isabella's constant offers to take on tasks that Katrina could have handled in half the time, her unnecessary small talk, her casual touches on his arm when she handed him papers. He also remembered Katrina re-scheduling everything so he wouldn't work overtime which was only possible if some of those works weren't needed on the spot.

"You're saying she's doing this on purpose?" Kylan asked, his voice low.

"I'm saying you need to open your eyes," Aaron replied. "Katrina deserves better than this, and so do you. You're a family man, Kylan. Don't let someone like Isabella manipulate you into forgetting that."

Kylan nodded, his expression darkening. "I'll handle it. Thank you for telling me, Aaron."

Aaron clapped him on the shoulder. "You're welcome. And if you need me, I've got your back. But do yourself a favor-go home tonight. Spend time with Katrina and Clarence. Don't let this assistant or anyone else come between you and your family." Kylan smiled faintly. "I won't."

~0~0~0~

Kylan kissed Katrina's cheek as he slipped out of bed after wearing her out. He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and came back to find her still lying in the same spot. Her hair was a delightful mess, her face bare of makeup, and her expression soft with post- sleepy contentment. To him, she was perfect.

He paused, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. Guilt tugged at him slightly-he had been rough this morning, but he couldn't help it. A dream about her had ignited something primal in him, and he woke up wanting her so badly. Judging by her contented smile now, she didn't seem to mind one bit.

Kylan rolled her onto her back and reached for a clean pair of underwear and a crisp shirt. "There, all better. Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Katrina hummed, her lips curling into a small smile. "Perfect. Just wish you didn't have work and could stay here to cuddle me."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kylan played with her hair, twirling soft strands around his fingers. "I know, but I'll try to come home early, okay?"

Katrina sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Okay. I'll miss you."

Kylan hugged her tightly. "I'll miss you too."

She tilted her head up, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, can you wear a waistcoat today? You look so sexy in one."

and kissed her gently.

on a pair of tailored trousers, a belt, and a freshly ironed shirt.

me," he teased,

dress almost as much as I like watching you

cheeks. He grabbed a dark waistcoat and slipped it on, smoothing it down. "How do I

"Gorgeous," Katrina said, unabashed.

the sound of little feet pattering down the hallway reached them. Clarence appeared in the doorway, her curls bouncing as she rubbed

nodded and reached

taking Clarence from Kylan's arms. "Of course, sweetie. Come

into Katrina's chest, but then she turned to

curls. "Daddy has to go to

little voice grew insistent.

Clarence. You know that, right? I need you to look after your mommy today for me. Can you do

home, we'll

her

passed her back to Katrina. "Now, you two need to get some more

beside her. "We'll nap for

as he stood, buttoning his waistcoat and grabbing his jacket. At the door, he turned back to the sight of Katrina and Clarence snuggling in bed. "I love

Katrina whispered, blowing

later to find Clarence clinging to her tightly, her small arms wrapped around her like a tiny version of Kylan. Smiling, Katrina

"Ready for breakfast?"

said with a

first, and then we'll get you ready too,

up and carried her to her room, where they quickly got her

go, go!" Katrina said, running with Clarence to the

silly faces between bites. Afterward, Katrina suggested gardening, and

peacefully until the doorbell rang. Clarence followed Katrina to the door, curious about the visitor. A deliveryman handed Katrina a bouquet of fresh flowers and a note. "Wow,"

she picked up the card, she noticed that the receiver was none other

I love

and stared at the

pointed

aren't they?" Katrina whispered, smiling. But a part of her wondered,

a bright smile, her small voice breaking Katrina's

her eyes softened. "Yeah, you're right, sweetheart." She leaned over and gently

hands

of her chair and set her

Together, they stepped outside.

the garden, planting seeds and weeding, while

Despite the peaceful atmospherenet

Katrina found her thoughts

reasoning it must have been a

tiny hands tugging at

and smiled.

"Daddy."

her watch. "Oh, you're right-it's lunchtime. Let's give Daddy

Clarence beamed and followed

the

tablet, opened the

and handed

sweetie.