The car came to a smooth stop, and Kaira quickly pushed Damian away, her face flushing.

Damian muttered under his breath, a trace of amusement in his voice. "I saved you from hitting your head, and this is the thanks I get?" He gave a soft chuckle.

Kaira lowered her eyes, blinking fast as she tried to compose herself.

Before she could answer, Mr. Icca’s voice cut in. "I’m sorry, sir."

"What happened?" Damian asked, his tone calm but firm.

The driver straightened and glanced outside ...