Chapter 22
***Ivy***
“What exactly are you angry about, woman?”
Idris’s deep voice sliced through the silence, his obsidian-black eyes pinning me in place. “We are supposed to play the perfect couple in public. That is exactly what I did. What is the problem?”
I opened my mouth, but the retort lodged in my throat. God, why is it suddenly so hot in here?
“You kept me waiting,” I said instead, my voice tighter than I wanted.
He shrugged, eyes fixed on the road, one hand draped casually over the steering wheel. “Had a few important errands to attend to.”
The nerve of him.
“Is that all?” I asked. “No apologies?”
“Toss the bouquet behind you.”
I shot him a hard glare.
Ignoring me, he reached into the backseat and dropped a blue file between us.
“That contains all the details of the
