Eleanor’s expression instantly turned icy. Her cold glare sent a wave of tension through Shelby.
"Apologize to Alexander.” Eleanor demanded, her voice frosty.
Shelby glanced at Alexander in the rearview mirror, anger bubbling within her until her face flushed red. She couldn’t believe she had to apologize to someone she considered useless. But for the benefits awaiting her at the party, she swallowed her pride.
Forcing a smile, Shelby said through gritted teeth: “I’m sorry, Alexander. I misspoke earlier. Please don’t take it to heart."
"It’s fine. I’m used to it.” Alexander said coolly.
Shelby nearly choked. Used to it? And yet, he didn’t step in earlier to de-escalate things, instead waiting until she apologized? It felt like he was slapping her in the face.
Alexander calmly added:
