Chapter 159- Piece Of Mind
Beatrice's POV
"You are so rude," I heard him mutter under his breath.
I turned slightly, my hand still on the car door handle. I almost laughed. Not because it was funny—but because the man had the nerve.
"Okay," I replied dryly, not even looking at him. "If that helps you sleep better at night."
I opened the back door and slid in, shutting it behind me with more force than I needed to.
I didn't say another word.
What was the point?
What else did he want me to say? That I was sorry? That he was right? That he was the almighty Declan, king of control and petty insults?
No.
I wasn't going to waste my words on a man who couldn't handle a woman sitting in his damn front seat.
Let him drive to wherever the hell he was taking me. I didn't care anymore.
I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, the anger bubbling quietly under my skin.
Bloody Samaritan.
Calling me a bitch because I sat on the front seat.
Because I sat too close to his holy self.
