(Ayra's POV)
I ended the call with Darius, the soft click of the phone in my hand echoing in the quiet room.
For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the screen, my thoughts swirling like a whirlwind.
Darius had called me.
Not for business, not to discuss the contract, but just to check if I'd gotten home safely.
The gesture was so unexpected, so… thoughtful. And surprisingly sweet.
And then there was the fact that he'd gone through the contract to find my number.
That little detail tugged at my heart in a way I hadn't felt in years.
It wasn't something people did casually—it was intentional. It showed effort.
I found myself smiling, the warmth of his voice still lingering in my ears.
For a brief moment, I indulged in the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to his call than mere professionalism.
The idea sent a faint flutter through my chest.