Without saying any word, Ethan gently grabbed Charlotte's wrist, his touch firm yet calming, and began leading her toward the car.
The reporters were relentless, shouting questions and snapping photos, but Ethan's expression remained composed.
Charlotte followed silently, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief.
As they reached the car, Ethan opened the door for her, guiding her inside before rounding the vehicle to take the driver's seat.
He didn't spare the reporters another glance as he started the engine and drove away, leaving the chaos behind.
The silence in the car was heavy.
Charlotte stared out of the window, her thoughts racing. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"What the hell was that?!" she blurted, turning to face him.
Ethan kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable.
"Damage control," he said simply, his tone calm as though he hadn't just flipped her world upside down.
