Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina) novel Chapter 112

Katrina sat at her desk, typing furiously as inspiration flowed through her. She glanced at the clock and smiled, grateful for Kylan keeping Clarence entertained so she could work. The sound of giggles followed by a squeal of laughter made her pause. She turned her head toward the door, her curiosity piqued. The laughter continued, Kylan’s deep chuckle mingling with Clarence’s delighted squeals.

Katrina stood, stretching, and wandered to the doorway. Peeking out, she saw Kylan and Clarence lying on the floor, both engrossed in a lively conversation. She crouched beside them, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“What are my two favorite humans talking about?” she asked.

Kylan turned his head and grinned. “She wants more siblings, and I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Katrina playfully poked his cheek. “We’ve talked about this, Honey. Not until Clarence is older.”

Clarence scrambled to her feet and toddled over to her, her face lighting up. “Ma! Ma! Ma!”

She scooped her up and kissed her cheek. Settling onto the floor, she placed Clarence on her lap and handed her a toy. “As I was saying,” she continued, “I want to wait until this little one is older. I know Clarence is almost five but she had just started speaking. We had to bring her to a speech specialist to help. I don’t want to sound mean, but you are at work a lot so I have to look after this one when you’re not home, I think it’ll be hard for me to run around after two very young kids. You’re amazing with her, Kylan, but two little ones might be a handful right now.”

Kylan leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I get it. I just wish I were home more to make it easier.”

Katrina turned her head, her lips brushing his. “We both wish for that. Clarence is not a problem and she’s not fussy at all and rarely cries it’s just… I’m sorry, this is not coming out right. What I mean to say is, I love being with Clarence, I love being a mum and a wife, but...”

“You missed me and so does Clarence.”

Katrina looked at Kylan and nodded. “Yes.”

“And Katrina wished for me to be home more.”

Katrina nodded. “Yes.”

“You wish you were still my assistant?” he teased, winking.

Katrina chuckled. “I do miss that job. But mostly because I want to check up on you often.”

He hugged her tightly. “You were the best assistant I ever had. You know that, right?”

Just then, Kylan’s work phone buzzed. He sighed, pulling away. Katrina stood and picked up Clarence. “You should answer that. Come on, baby, let’s read some books.”

Kylan watched them walk away, guilt settling in his chest as he answered the call. “Kylan here.”

“Hello, Sir,” Isabella’s voice came through, bright and chipper. She was lying on her bed but when he answered, she sat up excitedly. “I’m calling to let you know that all the meetings you’ve planned were accepted. Everyone said yes!”

“Great news,” he replied, glancing toward the living room where Katrina and Clarence were now reading together. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome. I was thinking we could celebrate with the team. Maybe drinks?”

“No, thank you. I’m not into parties.”

“I’ll handle the planning,” she offered quickly. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I said no, Isabella.” He needed to get away from her as much as he could. That dream he had, even if it was once, was too much and he couldn’t let any woman invade his mind other than his two girls.

She hesitated, clearly reluctant to end the conversation. “Actually… I kind of needed this, Sir. It’s been a tough day. My boyfriend dumped me and called me horrible things.”

Kylan frowned. “What kind of things?”

“Oh, nothing, really. He said I’m ugly, fat, and not worth his time.”

Kylan sighed heavily. He couldn’t be bothered by his assistant’s love life and heartbreak, but he also couldn’t afford her to be distracted at work. “That guy is an *sshole. You’re a lovely, intelligent woman, Isabella. Don’t let him make you feel less than you are.”

“Thanks, Kylan,” she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion.

Before he could respond, Katrina appeared in the doorway, Clarence on her hip. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “We’re heading outside to plant flowers. You can go and continue your meeting somewhere else.”

“Honey…” he began, but she turned and left. Kylan quickly ended the call. “I’ve got to go, Isabella. I am not going to the party. See you at work.”

Rushing outside, he found Katrina kneeling on a blanket with Clarence, planting seeds. She wiped her eyes quickly and smiled at their daughter. “It’s okay, cutie. Mommy’s fine.”