Lyra stood straight, her arms crossed as she stared at the familiar car pulling into the front drop-off area of the Arlington building.
A sharp crease formed between her brows when Damian climbed out of the driver seat with guilt written all over his face.
He had lied to her last night, saying Rowan would be coming home. But Rowan never came back.
"Go back to your boss. I can walk myself," Lyra said coldly to Damian.
He hesitated.
If his boss found out he had not sent madam to work, he was as good as dead.
He should have faked a stomachache earlier and let Kane handle this disaster instead.
Lyra strode off along the sidewalk toward work, ignoring Damian, who called after her several times.
Defeated, he returned to the car and drove slowly, following from behind while keeping a careful distance.
Onlookers glanced his way with suspicion, as if he were some pervert trailing a woman on the sidewalk.
