Chapter 9

After hanging up the phone, a sense of urgency surged through Damian's veins, and propelling him into action. He wasted no time and swiftly exited his office with a determined stride. His conversation with Rebecca lingered in his thoughts.

His watch glinted as he checked the time—it was only two in the afternoon. Time was of the essence, and if his calculations were accurate, he still had ample time to catch Ella before she embarked on her journey. The thought of her leaving without a proper goodbye gnawed at him.

He couldn't afford to miss her departure; he couldn't bear the thought of watching her disappear from his life without making an effort to bridge the gap that had formed between them.

He drove his car with a sense of urgency, and the engine's roar echoed his racing thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and his knuckles were turning white as he navigated the streets. The minutes felt like seconds as he pushed his car to its limits, driven by a de