After the accident at the park, we quickly gave the reporters an exclusive interview of what happened on our side and returned home. Damian had already contacted his driver to bring the car around.
This time, the paparazzi didn't even try to follow us. They were too busy getting the exclusive scoop of what happened.
My eyes lingered on the scene even as the car started to drive away and Damian, who saw this, gave me a reassuring smile.
His hand twitched slightly, like he almost reached out to touch my shoulder but stopped himself at the last second.
"Don't worry. I will make sure the article comes out just as we want it to. If you want, I can get it for you early to make any changes that you want to."
Damian promised and I considered telling him that there was no need to go that far as long as he checked the article himself.
His voice dipped lower when he said "for you," and it shouldn't have mattered, but it did.
