Chapter 540 - Five Hundred And Forty-one: A Caged Bird (1/2)

The third point of view:

Maggie was high, really, really, high in the sky, and then she crashed. Badly. Plummeted Iike sixty feet from the sky. However, she still had her bones intact.

The woman woke up with a start, her eyes immediately connecting with honey-brown eyes. For a while, none of them said a word, just staring at each other until he spoke, ”Are you done hugging my body?” Andrew spoke icily as usual, but beneath that arctic layer, she could sense a hint of amusement. Her being stupid entertained him.

She looked down, ”Oh,” realizing indeed that she was hugging his body as if she was sleeping with her teddy.

”Sorry,” She apologized, blushing scarlet red and as well, wondering what in the world happened here. This was not her room - probably his from the look of things - and how had she gotten here. The only thing she remembered was cleaning up her wound and eating... It hit her.

Her eyes widened, ”You put cannabis in my food?”

”Didn't you ask for it?” he gave her a blank stare.

”I was joking! Can't you take a little joke?” no wonder her food tasted extra good last night. It was the best rice dish she had ever tasted.

”Unfortunately, we don't joke with shit around here. Perhaps the next time, you make yourself explicitly clear,” He said, standing up to his feet and began to take off his shirt.

”What are you doing?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

”I smell like shit because I couldn't take a bath last night thanks to you hoarding my body and refusing to let go. Now, I finally have to take my bath, hallelujah! And you should do the same, we'd be leaving in an hour,”

Maggie smiled, ”This is the longest you've talked to me since we knew each other. I never knew you were talkative,” She said, trying not to linger on the sight of his bare body.

Andrew winced, ”If that's the case, that means you don't remember last night, and do I have to seek your permission before I undress in my own privacy?” he asked her.

”No, you don't….” she stopped dead at the scars on his back. What in the name of God!

”What happened to you? Who did this to you?” She tried to touch the scar on his back but he swatted her hand away.

”My ex-girlfriend's father, your patron,” He confessed, watching as her jaw dropped. He smirked knowingly, ”I bet you don't want to see him anymore,”

”Oh no,” her face was red and determined, ”I want to meet him so I can give him a piece of my mind!” She was furious, ”Why would he do this to you?”

Andrew was dumbfounded. He had intentionally told her that to see her reaction and this wasn't what he expected.

”You don't have to give him a piece of your mind or anything, I deserved that,”