"I'm skipping breakfast."
Danielle didn't reply, only pressed her lips together in silence.
In the end, just to keep her grandmother from noticing anything unusual, Alexander followed Danielle out to the car.
He slid into the passenger seat with a practiced ease. "Take us to The Davidson Group," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
At six-foot-three, Alexander was a giant in Danielle's compact sedan. His knees were practically pressed against the dashboard, yet he still leaned forward as if trying to squeeze himself into an even smaller space, looking as out of place as a linebacker in a child's playhouse.
"I'm not your personal chauffeur," Danielle muttered.
"Millie will be there. You need to apologize to her," Alexander replied, his tone calm but resolute.
Danielle let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. So that was the reason he wanted to ride with her—he was worried his precious childhood friend had been offended, and now he was dragging Danielle along to make amends.
If they weren't still at the old family estate, with her grandmother watching, Danielle honestly would have kicked him out of the car right then and there.
She was practically seething with frustration, ready to snap back at him, when—
"Mom…" came a small voice from the back seat. Niki, her daughter, broke the tension. "If we don't leave now, I'm going to be late."
Only then did Danielle remember that Niki was sitting behind them. She had no desire to argue with Alexander in front of her daughter, so she simply stepped on the gas and drove straight to the preschool.
Once Niki had gone inside, Alexander glanced over at Danielle from the passenger seat. "Niki's got a real talent for math. Have you thought about enrolling her in the same advanced class as Raffy?"
"That won't be necessary," Danielle replied coolly.
She could nurture Niki's gifts herself.
Her profile was icy, making it clear she didn't want to spend another second in his presence.
A sharp knock at the window interrupted them.
"Davidson! I thought that was you." Millie arched a brow, giving Alexander an appraising look. "I'm just dropping Raffy off. Are you and your wife getting along again?"
Alexander said nothing.
Millie turned her bright smile on Danielle. "Mind if I steal Alexander for a bit? We've got some work stuff to discuss today—hope that's okay."
Alexander shot Danielle a neutral glance, waiting for her reaction.
Danielle's expression was frosty; she clearly had no intention of apologizing.
"Why are you even bothering to ask her?" Alexander said, already stepping out of the car.
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