Chapter 22

"Except for resigning." "Not that." "Then say it." "What I want is, just like before, to be in charge of public relations for Valmonté & Roussier International. How does that sound?" I gently set down my chopsticks, waiting for Alexander’s response. Seeing his silence, I couldn’t help but smile lightly, continuing to eat. "Forget I said anything." I had already anticipated this outcome. He was still cautious around me, using Olivia to balance things out. He didn’t trust me, didn’t believe I wouldn’t go after Isabella. "You can ask for something else." "No need." I said softly, already knowing that what Alexander could offer was clear—nothing I truly wanted. Alexander looked into my eyes, his brow furrowed, but he stayed silent. As dinner was winding down, Alexander suddenly spoke. "Tonight, Pop-Pop and Nana want us to go to Ashford Manor for dinner." I nodded. "I know."