To Olivia's surprise, Wyatt was waiting for her in the penthouse suite after she and Yana got back from their trip to her decoy apartment.
"Good afternoon, Commander. I haven't seen you in a while." Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, regarding the uniformed man.
"Prince's orders," he kept his reply short. He pressed the elevator button and escorted Olivia out of the penthouse suite.
Meanwhile, Wyatt kept looking behind him, studying Olivia inside the descending elevator car.
"Sorry, I'm married," Olivia showed Wyatt her fist, flipping her ring finger for him to see. "And you're not my type."
"Ha!" Wyatt scoffed. "Wait… what?" He grabbed her hand, studying the finger. "No shit. Is this for real?"
"Do I look like a liar to you? I may bluff, but I don't lie, Commander." Olivia winced, clutching on her belly when a stabbing cramp created a dull ache in her lower abdomen.
