Chapter 42

25. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

"You're not a darn ghost. Stop sneaking up on me like that.” She breathed.

Yet there he was, his expression stoic on that strikingly handsome face, arms folded across his strong chest, his thick, bold legs spread apart in khaki shorts.

Wait, he was wearing shorts? Who put a gun to his head? She mused inwardly.

“That makes it One, Two.” He counted, and her head snapped towards his direction, her lips pursed.

“What did I do now, Mr. Grumpy?” She huffed a breath, getting on her feet.

Despite the evidence being there, his toolbox was left disorganized, the screwdriver and hammer he caught her putting away, yet she still asked him.

But what was her number two offense?! She scoffed within herself.

“That makes it three. For thinking about escaping, calling me Mr. Grumpy, and not eating your food, you can increase the count as you please.” He said, walking past her to put his toolbox together.