The sunlight was especially pleasant today, warm and comforting. As Damien Sterling soaked in the sunshine, he felt an indescribable sense of ease, much better than the suffocating atmosphere at home.
"Mr. Sterling, where would you like to go?" the driver asked cautiously, glancing at Damien.
"Just walk around; you can go about your business," Damien replied, continuing to walk forward as the driver hurried to follow behind him.
After a while, Damien couldn't help but turn back, frowning. "Stop following me. Do you think I'm going to get lost?"
"But…" The driver hesitated, remembering Riley Turner's instructions to keep a close eye on Damien. As a mere driver, he couldn't dare to disobey.
"I know, it's Riley Turner again!" Damien muttered in frustration. Did she think of him as a child?
