Ivy wasn't truly crying to begin with.
Since Alaric had taken the initiative to admit his fault, she decided not to hold a grudge.
She immediately took the out he offered, shifting the blame onto herself.
"It's my fault too. I knew you'd be missing me, yet I didn't keep my phone charged to text you back."
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
However, her submission only made Alaric feel even more petty about his previous behavior.
He was a grown man, yet he had been haggling with a young woman. It was completely unacceptable.
Alaric raised his hand, wiped the tears from her eyes, and led her back to the car.
As Leo closed the door for them, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. That was close. They had almost completely fallen out.
Thank goodness for his quick thinking.
The Boss and his wife owed him big time.
With their argument settled, the couple sat in the backseat with their fingers intertwined, holding each other close.
Noticing the car was heading downtown, Ivy gently reminded him.
"Why don't you go to the office first? I can take a cab back to the hospital."
Alaric rejected her suggestion.
"You're coming to the company with me today."
Ivy stared at him in shock. "What did you say?"
Did she hear that right?
This man was actually taking her to his company?
His headquarters was entirely filled with his people.
Was he truly unfazed about others discovering their relationship now?
Ivy tilted her head to look at him. "Are you serious? You just want me to wait for you at the entrance, right?"
Alaric glanced at her. "Why would you wait at the entrance while I work? You'll sit in my office."
Ivy's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
Not only was Alaric bringing her to the company, but he was also letting her stay inside his personal office.
Did he want her to see his work environment?
Or was he gradually weaving her into the fabric of his everyday life?
A warm feeling blossomed in Ivy's chest.
Ivy still didn't quite get it. "He doesn't even have the energy for a quick nod?"
At night in bed, he had the stamina of a wild bull.
Perhaps a man sitting at the absolute pinnacle of the corporate pyramid didn't need to pander to anyone. He simply did exactly as he pleased.
If he didn't want to talk, he didn't.
That was the absolute power of being at the top.
Ivy figured she could understand that.
"If you sat in my position, you might be even colder than I am," Alaric finally replied.
He didn't want his little wife thinking he lacked basic manners.
Ivy nodded.
That made sense.
After all, to manage an empire this massive, one needed an aura of intimidation. Smiling at everyone would only strip away his authority.
The elevator shot straight up to the 68th floor.
When the doors slid open, Alaric stepped out with long, purposeful strides, and Ivy jogged lightly to keep up.

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