Back in Wyatt’s room, he was so enraged that he had lost all desire to sleep. He had intended to use this opportunity to bond with Ivy, but with Bill around, he was powerless!

It was excruciatingly frustrating and suffocating.

The night flew by. Ivy did not sleep well, but it was, fortunately, dawn when she opened her eyes again.

The door was rapped.

Ivy acknowledged it with a grunt, and Bill ceased knocking.

She changed into a simple white silk blouse and black A-line skirt a short time later. She walked gracefully downstairs. The slightly sluggish look in her bright features softened her cold demeanor.

Wyatt sat at the...