Chapter Fifty-six : The Devil And The Angel (1/2)
Maya's POV
Even a dead man could sense the tension between the two of us sitting in the car and it was making it hard to breathe.
I couldn't exactly look Eden in the eyes besides, he has not even offered a word to me since he started driving.
I felt like he was giving me the silent treatment but then, why was it affecting me? After all I don't need his permission to live my life the way I want. But why? why was I craving for his opinion?
”So you're marrying him, huh? ” Eden finally broke the silence but his eyes were still glued to the road.
”Why do you want to marry him? ” He asked but this time glancing at me but for a brief moment.
”Do I need to explain myself ? ” came my question.
”Yeah, money? fame? sex? love? You need to specify which of them prompted you into agreeing to marry him.” Eden demanded , there was an edge to his voice which told me he could loose it anytime soon.
”I don't need to explain myself to you, so you can think anything you want ” I stated and obviously impressed by my courage.
” Don't marry Nik ” He said this time stunning me.
I blinked ” Excuse me? ”
”Don't marry Nik ” He said again, this time his voice a lot firmer as if he was giving out an order.
”You can't just tell me not to marry someone” I retorted ” You have to give me a specific and solid reason why I shouldn't marry Niklaus ” I sighed, pinching the space between my brows.
Honestly, I was getting tired of all these melodramas. what was so wrong with marrying Nik ?
Eden wanted to say something but when he saw my fiery gaze and stance ready to start a full-fledged argument, he helplessly closed his mouth, his hand tightening on the wheel .
Then without warning, he swerved the car violently, not an effort to avoid hitting a car but to park the car to a side.
I was thrown forward then backward from the sudden momentum but thankfully didn't suffer a whiplash - though I would've have possibly banged my face somewhere if the seatbelt wasn't holding me back.
”Do you want to murder me?! ” I screamed at him when my brain regained its functions again. What in the world was he thinking?
”I'm sorry ” He apologized ” I didn't mean to, I was just distracted ”
”Perhaps, the next time you have me in your car- that is if there would be a next time , you give your undivided attention to the road and not stick your nose into someone's private matters ! ” I chided with a deadpanned expression.
It seems my words really touched him this time cause for a complete minute, he just kept starring at me, mouth agape with diverse emotions flashing across his face or so I thought.
”You look incredibly hot when you're angry ” He muttered and all my anger dissipated and a new form of emotion called disbelief grew.
I facepalm . like really facepalm. mentally . Were all the Spencer male like this? How in the world do I look cute or hot when angry?
Though I haven't stared myself in the mirror while angry but I could guess I looked like hulk probably, with dishevelled hair, nose emitting hot steam and laser eyes. That is literally.