The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 59

When Wyatt raised his eyes slightly, they were frigid. “What’s done is done,” he continued, his voice unconcerned. “I’m not eligible to forgive you on her behalf, and Ivy is the one who isn’t interested in your apology.” When Wyatt saw Alice’s stunned expression, he turned away. “What are you waiting for? Get behind the wheel!” “Yes, Mr. President.” The driver didn’t want to waste another second and drove away. Alice Perez remained stiff from where she was as she witnessed the car disappear from her view. Her resentment was eventually replaced by wrath in her eyes. She was only gone for a brief time; when did Wyatt become so distant from her? He even spoke on Ivy’s behalf? She’s exceptional! Alice got out her phone and dialed a number in rage. “Catherine?” she asked, her voice heated. “I’m back.” LEO MORGAN was still on the run. Cooper Morgan was also out on business. As a result, Sebastian was determined to follow Ivy home. Ivy grunted hesitantly as Sebastian clutched to her. “Two days ago, the butler cleaned up your place. Why do you have to stick around with me?” Sebastian grabbed her ears and almost lifted her as if they were children. “Objection overruled! I haven’t been home in a long time, so it feels strange. I want to live with you here!” Ivy fumbled open the door, registering Sebastian’s fingerprints on it. Sebastian shuffled in with a satisfied nod. Sebastian gazed around Ivy’s flat and saw the modest yet beautiful and exquisite furnishings. The diamond chandelier hung above and gleamed brightly. Ivy’s favorite light Morandi palette was also used suitably. “Not awful, as one would expect from Del, the well-known interior designer. It’s no surprise that Dad says you don’t want to go back home to live with him anymore.” Ivy drank a glass of water, puckered her lips, and disregarded his subsequent remark. “Of course!

Because I’m so wealthy, I should hire the best designer!” Sebastian decided to ignore her, grumbled, and prepared to undress for a shower. “Whatever!” he rolled his eyes, “—please do not bother me. I’m going to take a bubble bath!” he exclaimed. Ivy dashed in to check when he screamed in surprise. Simba’s fur was soaked as he banged around in the bathtub. When Simba saw Sebastian, he yelled at him, but it had no impact. Its eyes widened as it noticed Ivy standing at the door. Simba hopped out of the tub and ran over to Ivy, looking adorably cute. “Mama! I really miss you!” Ivy took a backward step. “Take a moment!” Simba froze in place, then realized he was completely submerged in water. He ran over, eagerly shaking off all the droplets of water from his body. “I smell so lovely right now!” the tiger said happily. Sebastian, who was rooted in place, was so taken aback that he exclaimed, “Ivy! Why isn’t it at the zoo? Did you buy a safari park?” He immediately discovered something after a little interval of silence. “Wait… Can this tiger talk?” Ivy couldn’t stop laughing. Sebastian was without a doubt the most inept of her brothers. Sebastian scowled and considered for a few moments before reacting abruptly. He extended his hand to point at Simba. “It’s a phony!” Simba is wagging its tail angrily at Sebastian. “I’m a true tiger!” Ivy knelt and rubbed Simba on the back. It had no more water droplets on it, and its fur was dried and soft. Does it even have a built-in dryer? She snatched it up, arched her brows slyly, and looked at Sebastian. “This is Simba, my cherished pet, the world’s most unusual little tiger. Don’t tamper with it, or it will bite you!” Ivy turned and walked away. Simba sat on her shoulder and bared its teeth at Sebastian, thinking it was fierce and frightening. Sebastian, on the other hand, thought it was adorable. My baby sister is fantastic! Others have cats and dogs as pets, but you dare to keep a tiger! And such a cute one! he pondered. Ivy sat Simba down on the couch. It dragged itself to the pricey scarf and sat on it while staring at

her. “That man is really attractive, but he is too slow.” Ivy restrained a laugh as she heard this. Even a tiger can see through Hay’s intelligence. He’s such a flop. “How do you feel about this scarf?” Ivy had observed Simba sleeping on it the day before. “I’ll purchase you some more and place it in various locations so you can relax whenever and wherever you choose!” Ivy took out her phone and dialed the Dior store number with that notion in mind. “Has Dior released any new scarves recently?” Because the store hadn’t received this call in a long time, they had forgotten who the caller was. “Yes, we have ten new limited-edition scarves as well as thirteen collector’s versions. They’re all classic best-sellers from us. They’re also reasonably priced. Could you please tell me what event you’d want to utilize it for so that I can offer the best offer for you?” Ivy waved her hand as she considered it. “I’ll get one of each. Please deliver it to my place. My pet enjoys sleeping on it.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.