Like a fugitive?

"No problem, sir," Lyyana replied, trying to calm her panic.

Petra didn't respond anymore; he just remained silent and focused on the road ahead while Lyyana chose to stare out the window, observing every sight she saw. Before she knew it, she had arrived in Petra's driveway, the man parking his car right in front of his main door. Petra unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at Lyyana, who seemed to struggle with hers.

Without hesitation, Petra leaned over and helped Lyyana unbuckle her seatbelt, even going as far as opening Lyyana's door from the inside. Petra's actions succeeded in making Lyyana's heart race uncontrollably; she even had to hold her breath for a moment as she caught a whiff of Petra's masculine scent.

"Thank you, sir," Lyyana said just before she got out of the car.

Petra only cleared his throat and let Lyyana get out alone. "I'm heading back to the office." Lyyana nodded in response to Petra's words.

After the car door was closed, Petra started his car again and slowly