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 | 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."

Isabella had never heard about that. She knew he had a female secretary who had bechis girlfriend. This

was very well known throughout New York, and Isabella despised that woman for sleeping her way up. However,

seeing how handsKylan Ross was up close, she couldn't blthat woman.

"You had a female secretary before, right?" she urged.

Kylan glanced at her with narrowed eyes, but seeing only curiosity, he nodded. "She 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 bechead of one of the departments before she had to leave to focus on her baby.

Although," he added with a faint smirk, "I wanted her to leave sooner." "Oh? Why's that?" Isabella asked,

curiosity piqued.

Kylan's gaze softened as he recalled the past. To be honest, he initially didn't want her to resign as his secretary.

But after a few months, he finally understood her intentions. And after she gave birth to Clarence, he wanted her

to focus on their child. "Because | wanted my wife to be comfortable and happy at home. She's a bit... stubborn,

though. It was only when our daughter was born that she finally agreed. My 'bratty' wife, always so determined,"

he murmured with a hint of affection. Isabella's hopes lifted. If he was calling his wife "bratty" and acting

annoyed, maybe their relationship wasn't so perfect after all.

But she couldn't have been more wrong. Kylan adored 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 sense.

still, she forced a smile and took out her notebook. "Congratulations."

Kylan didn't look up from his computer as emails poured in, his jaw tightening as he read through them. Without

pausing, he began listing tasks for Isabella. As he dictated, he noticed her beginning to sweat. "Am | going too

fast for you?" She blushed, flustered. "N-No, Sir."

He hummed, looking unconvinced. "Alright. You can start on those tasks. | have calls to make."

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

He looked back at the framed photo of Katrina. "Tea. | only drink tea."

Isabella hurried out, and the moment the door closed, Kylan's expression softened as he turned his gaze back to

their family picture. He

remembered when Katrina was the one standing across from him, listening to him rattle off

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

"give him something to

complain about."

At first, he'd been shocked that someone dared to speak to him that way. But as twent 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. Katrina was his match, the woman who knew him better than he knew

himself.

As he began typing, a sudden clamor shattered his focus-Isabella had returned, far louder than Katrina had ever

been. Even his previous assistant after Kate wasn't this noisy.

Her perfhung heavily in the air, too overpowering compared to the delicate, sweet scent Katrina wore.

Clenching his jaw, 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 tea. The

thought crossed his mind that he might need to start bringing his own tea or, better yet, convince Katrina to

bring it in.

His growing headache 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 world stepping into the room.

Clarence spotted her father 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 kisses. "Hello, Clarence," Kylan murmured, smiling

as he held Clarence close. "And hello to my beautiful wife."

Isabella hurried forward. "But Ma'am, you can't just-"

Katrina waved her off with a gentle smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm his wife."

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

Katrina laughed and moved closer to Kylan. "Hi, handsome. How's work going?"

Kylan sighed, eyes flicking to Clarence before answering. "Silly, as always." He tickled Clarence, making her

giggle. "But it's much better now that my family's here."

Katrina took a seat on his desk, ignoring Isabella's wide-eyed stare. "Remember, you promised to chon

ttonight," Katrina teased.

Kylan chuckled. "I'll try, but you two are welcto stay if you'd like." He shifted Clarence onto his lap. "I could

always use the company."

Isabella bristled, stepping forward. "Sir, | could get milk for your daughter if you'd like "

But Katrina waved her off with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I've got it." She winked at her. "Trust me, the

more you keep out of his way, the better."

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"Your new assistant seems nice," Katrina remarked, reaching for her tea.

Kylan made a face, nudging Clarence's sippy cup towards her. "She's fine," he muttered.

Katrina chuckled. "Maybe you could be a bit nicer."

Kylan shrugged, settling beside Katrina. "She's just my assistant. Niceness isn't required."

With a soft smile, Katrina leaned into him, feeling his hand settle gently on her back. Kylan nuzzled her neck, his

voice soft. "You know, you could stay here with me. | wouldn't mind."

Katrina laughed, brushing a kiss against his cheek. "Only if you promise to work and not flirt."

With a teasing glint in his eye, he cupped her face, pulling Katrina into a kiss that left her breathless. "I promise...

I'll only flirt a little."

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