When Wyatt raised his eyes slightly, they were frigid. “What’s done is done,” he continued, his voice unconcerned. “I’m not eligible to forgive you on her behalf, and Ivy is the one who isn’t interested in your apology.”

When Wyatt saw Alice’s stunned expression, he turned away. “What are you waiting for? Get behind the wheel!”

“Yes, Mr. President.” The driver didn’t want to waste another second and drove away.

Alice Perez remained stiff from where she was as she witnessed the car disappear from her view. Her resentment was eventually replaced by wrath in her eyes.

She was only gone for a brief time; when did Wyatt become so...