Chapter 68 The Morning Showdown!

• AYRA'S POV;
• The tension in the car was suffocating. Mr. Caspian, or as I’ve come to call him in my head, Mr. Arrogant, gripped the steering wheel like it owed him money. I turned my face resolutely toward the window, refusing to give him even an ounce of attention. I could feel his presence looming like a thundercloud, but I wasn’t about to indulge his ego today. Not today.
• The city was drenched, thanks to last night’s storm. Fallen leaves and branches littered the streets, and city workers swarmed like ants, trying to restore order. It felt symbolic—nature in chaos, much like my life with this overbearing tyrant.