Chapter 542 - Five Hundred And Fourty-Three: A Twisted Soul (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Why would you think I want to kill you?!”

Maggie winced at the anger in his tone. He grabbed her shoulder real tight and it was beginning to hurt but she didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that it would vex him further.

”Answer me!” he roared.

”We've been going through the forest for a while now, who wouldn't be scared? You have a gun and I'm a woman, alone in a car with you, a stranger!” She made him see her perspective as well.

Andrew sighed, then explained to her, ”You didn't see any house because that's the base and it's supposed to be impervious,”

Although there was still a trace of doubt on her face, she was no longer destructive - thank God. With the second punch, he had been close to losing it had he not controlled himself.

Her breathing was chaotic but so was his and then he saw a blush on her face. His brows furrowed and that was when he realized he was in between her legs.

Flustered, he got off her and she stood as well, an awkward feeling enveloping them. But Andrew was quick to notice the way she shifted her weight on one foot.

”You're hurt,” He glanced at her swollen ankle.

”Yeah,” Maggie added, ”But it's nothing,”

”Yeah, it would have been nothing if you had more patience for fifteen minutes. We would have arrived and your leg wouldn't be injured,”

”I said I'm fine,” She almost snapped at him.

”Alright, since you're fine, find your way down,” He turned and strode away.

”Bastard!” Maggie cursed even though she didn't even know why she was pissed at him. She was the one who misunderstood him and took off, getting injured in the process. Why was she angry? More like, what was she expecting?

So much lost in thought was Maggie that a scream tore from her throat when she was suddenly lifted off the ground.

”I'm sorry, but you're slowing me down,” Was the only excuse Andrew offered her before walking ahead with her in his arms.

He had firm muscles, Maggie was finally able to achieve her curiosity clear-headed. He was her type. But unfortunately, she was done with men. No more men. She would die single. Fernandez was the last of them. Her soul was too dark, twisted, and shattered to accommodate another. Her heart was dead; it would no longer beat. Not for anyone else till she died.

Andrew wondered why her expression was suddenly grim but that wasn't his concern. His only responsibility was to take her to the base and his job was over. He would never see her again, hence there was no reason to mull over her expression and all.

He finally reached the car and placed her inside even though she wanted to do it herself. After making sure the seat belt was in place, he went over to the driver seat, eased himself in, and took off.