Ariella's POV
I started in surprise, bending slightly and using my hair to cover my face as best as I could.
Damien shouldn't know it was me in the car; he could only make out the outline of a woman.
Matthew immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
"I'm not available right now. Take a taxi back by yourself."
He looked at Damien, exuding an authoritative aura and a chill that demanded obedience.
Damien hesitated for a moment, then glanced again at me sitting in the back seat. Curiosity got the better of him as he asked, "Uncle Matthew, where are you going? There's a woman in the back seat, isn't there? Who is she?"
My heart was pounding, afraid that Matthew might tell him something.
After hearing his question, Matthew hesitated for a moment but said nothing. Damien
