SYDNEY'S POV
Alexander cleared his throat when I didn’t look up. “Sydney?”
I looked up with a smile. “I’m sorry. I got distracted. What were you saying?”
His eyes strayed to the phone in my grip and lingered there, and I thought I saw his jaw harden, but his voice was calm and soft when he spoke again. “I got you a gift.”
“Oh yes, of course,” I spluttered, then quickly took the box from his outstretched hands.
As he stood there, smiling at me as if he was waiting for something, I contemplated transferring the five million breakup fee to him now so I could just leave with some of my things tonight. That way, I’d get to spend the first hours of the day with Grace. But then I looked down at the gift he got me, and my gaze slid back to his.
He had never gotten me a gift before. Perhaps,
