My Contracted CEO Husband Has Gone Bankrupt

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The car entered the Mount Dhaulagiri villa area, night's darkness shrouding the surroundings. It was 3 AM, and Alonso Fields, exhausted from a business trip abroad, sat in the backseat, eyes closed, craving rest. The delayed flight brought him home early, knowing his wife must already be asleep. Rubbing his sore neck, Alonso opened his eyes, peering out the car window at the familiar scenery.In the house, Olive Patton stirred from a sweet sleep, faintly hearing noise and the bathroom faucet. Half-awake, she couldn't tell dream from reality until a warm body approached, lifting the blanket corner. Startled, she almost screamed until a familiar voice calmed her, "It's me." Alonso. Struggling to focus in the darkness, Olive managed a muffled response. Should she fulfill her wifely duties this late?As she pondered, Olive leaned into Alonso's shoulder, murmuring affectionately, "Husband..." Her hand found his abdomen under the blanket, gently scratching. Alonso's bare skin allowed easy touch; his defined abs reassured her after a month apart. As she prepared to stay up, Alonso's soft "hmm" had him holding her hand, patting her back, whispering, "Sleep." Relieved, Olive snuggled close, feeling his warmth. His shirtless form made her blush, pressed against his chest, inhaling his scent with each breath.Uncomfortable, Olive shifted, his grip tightening until she gently pushed back, murmuring, "Too... heavy..." Settling, he held her close, his arm like an iron chain. Exhausted, Olive kissed his chin, finding sleep quickly. When she awoke, Alonso was gone, confirming his return wasn't a dream. Olive checked her phone, finding it early, knowing Alonso boxed downstairs. He loved fitness, had his own ring, and a long morning routine.Checking herself in the mirror, Olive saw her wedding ring, mixed emotions. A year with Alonso brought wealth and comfort; only his physical needs and their loveless start troubled her. Pushing thoughts aside, she freshened up, a sudden pain reminding her it was her period. Still wet, she heard movement, Alonso entering, sweaty and shirtless. As he approached, her gaze met his, the hunter's excitement clear.He stripped and, drawn to her wet face, pressed close. She met his gaze, finding his body irresistible, the masculine scent overwhelming. His hand found her waist, drawing her in, kissing unexpectedly, Olive's heart racing. His strength enveloped her, blocking the light, his world alone. Eyeing him, she shivered, her neck tingling as he kissed her, lifted her onto the counter. Cold marble made her shiver, Alonso close, hands framing her, his eyes meeting hers, calm but intense.His amber eyes hinted at power, rarely seen harshness. They lit up in moments like this, hinting at intimacy as he kissed her neck. Olive leaned back, her slender neck bared, Alonso kissing it, leaving a trail of warmth and desire. His touch on her sensitive skin made her tremble, his scent engulfing her.