Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina) novel Chapter 109

The room was filled with Clarence’s giggles as Katrina clapped her hands and then playfully smacked them against her tiny ones. Her daughter’s laughter rang out like a melody, growing louder as Katrina scooped her up for a tickle attack. Her little body squirmed in her arms, squealing with joy until Katrina leaned down and kissed her soft tummy.

“Mommy loves you,” Katrina whispered, brushing her dark curls aside to kiss her forehead.

Just as Clarence settled from her fit of laughter, a familiar voice called out, “Kaaaate?” Katrina looked up to see her best friend, Aaron, bounding in with a very pregnant Maine at his side. The two of them had been married for years now, but their happiness was still contagious as they exchanged playful glances.

“Where’s my pretty niece?” Aaron asked, scanning the room.

Katrina lifted Clarence, who immediately began flailing her little arms and legs. “Here she is!” Katrina cooed, setting her down on her feet. “Go to your Uncle Aaron!”

Clarence waddled toward Aaron with open arms and a face lit with excitement. Aaron scooped her up effortlessly, spinning her around like a superhero. “Oh, I love you, little girl!” he exclaimed, peppering Clarence’s chubby cheeks with kisses. “You’re my favorite princess!”

Maine leaned in and gently poked Clarence’s cheek. “She really is the cutest little girl. Look at those cheeks!”

Katrina smiled, folding her arms. “She’s my little angel.”

Maine glanced around. “So, where’s the grumpy husband today?”

Sighing, Katrina began tidying up the clutter of toys scattered around the living room. “He had to pop into work for a bit.”

Maine shook her head. “He works too much. He should be home.”

Aaron scoffed. “That man, I swear. Always putting work before rest.”

Katrina let out a soft laugh. “He’s not so bad. Anyway, I packed a bag for you two.” Katrina handed it to Maine, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “Take good care of my daughter, or I swear I’ll murder you both.”

Aaron feigned a shiver. “You’re scarier than Kylan, and that’s saying something.”

“And we still need to pop this little balloon in a few weeks so please spare me,” Maine added as she patted her proud bulging stomach.

“Good,” Katrina teased. “Now go on, have fun. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Katrina kissed Clarence’s head, her little hands reaching for her hair as Katrina said, “Be good for Uncle Aaron and Auntie Maine.”

Once they were gone, the house fell silent. Katrina took the opportunity to tidy up further, letting the rhythm of organizing soothe her mind. Soon, Katrina found herself in her office, settling down at her desk. The draft of her first novel stared back at Katrina, an ambitious project born from the success of her short stories.

Ever since she stopped working at the Ross Corporations, she decided to make short stories and eventually, it blew up. Maybe because Kylan and her were once the talk of the town, always the headlines of the local news. She thought that, eventually, they were going to die down but it seemed that they were still making the headlines once in a while, especially Kylan.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted her thoughts. Katrina paused, expecting Kylan to come to find her, but after several moments of silence, Katrina frowned. Rising from her chair, Katrina wandered into the hallway. The coat rack was empty, and the house seemed undisturbed. Confused, Katrina made her way to the bedroom—and froze.

Standing by the bed, holding one of Kylan’s shirts, was Isabella Stone, his assistant.

“Miss Stone?” Katrina gasped, the surprise evident in her voice.

Isabella jumped, her face flushing as she clutched the shirt tighter. “Mrs. Ross! I-I’m so sorry for startling you!”

“What are you doing here?” Katrina asked, folding her arms.

She stammered, “Mr. Ross asked me to pick up a clean shirt for him...and some other things.”

Her brows furrowed. “He could have asked me.”

Isabella’s cheeks reddened further as she hurriedly explained, “He didn’t want to bother you. He said he wanted to look presentable for you. His shirt got dirty at work—my fault, really. He didn’t want to come home looking like a mess.”

Katrina laughed softly, her excuse sounding exactly like something Kylan would say. “Typical of him.” Katrina moved past her to the wardrobe. “That shirt won’t do. He’ll get grumpy about it.”

Isabella stayed silent as Katrina picked out a better shirt and matching trousers, her gaze darting nervously around the room. Katrina grabbed a tie as well and handed everything to her. “Here, this should work. Give him these along with a smile from me.”

Isabella hesitated before nodding. “Thank you, Miss.” Her voice was meek, her hands trembling slightly as she took the clothes and hurried out.

Unbeknownst to Katrina, Isabella had lingered longer than she should have, savoring the scent of Kylan’s cologne on his clothes, imagining what it would be like to be in her place.

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Isabella’s heart raced as she left the house, the bag of Kylan’s belongings clutched tightly in her hands. She had spent longer than necessary in his bedroom, basking in the faint scent of his cologne and imagining a world where she wasn’t just his assistant but something... more.

Something that Katrina and Kylan once had before they became husband and wife.

The thought of Katrina being the one in his life made her blood simmer, though she masked her feelings behind a polite smile when she handed him the bag.

“Sorry for the wait,” she murmured.

Kylan glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Tch. Took you long enough. What happened? You trip over your own feet?”

“N-no,” Isabella stammered, her cheeks flushing. “I just got chatting with your wife.”

Kylan’s sharp expression softened slightly, and a rare, faint smile tugged at his lips. “She’s a talker, huh?”

Isabella’s stomach fluttered at the sight of his smile, but her heart sank when she realized it was meant for Katrina.

He opened the bag, pulling out the shirt, tie, and trousers Katrina had chosen. A smirk appeared as he examined them. “She knows me too well. Typical of her to overprepare.”

Isabella watched as Kylan undressed, her face growing redder with each layer he removed. She tried to avert her eyes, but her gaze betrayed her, flicking to his toned physique as he reached for the clean clothes.

“Do you mind?” Kylan’s sharp tone snapped her out of her thoughts, and she hastily turned away, embarrassed.

“Of course, Sir!” She backed out of the office but couldn’t resist sneaking a glance through the slightly ajar door as he continued.