Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Edward, Is that you?

Andrew rubbed his eyes vigorously after witnessing something so far-fetched. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He scampered to follow the president to the room behind the hole.

However, when Andrew reached the room and saw the scene unfolding before him, he was stunned.

A considerable part of the floor was covered in blood from the bodies of two lifeless men. The president sat against the wall, naked, while holding the unconscious Bella in his arms.

Once he realized that Bella was not dressed appropriately, Andrew hurriedly turned away, afraid that he might end up in the same fate as the two men on the floor. He did not want to test the president's patience any further.

"Boss, let's get out of here. The police will probably arrive soon to check what happened," Andrew anxiously said.

"Don't worry." The president's voice was a little hoarse but cold enough to make him shiver. "I already talked to the police on the phone."

"W-what did they say?"

"They apologized."

Hearing those words, goosebumps pricked Andrew's skin. He knew the president had a lot of authority, but he did not expect that his power was beyond his imagination.

"Don't just stand there. Get the spare clothes in the car's trunk." the president ordered. The president always had a set of clean clothes prepared for him and Bella in case of an emergency.

"I'll be right back, Boss," Andrew said, then quickly went out to do what he was instructed.

Andrew immediately saw the travel bag inside the trunk and rushed back to the room once he had retrieved the clothes. He did not dare to stay longer and waited outside, knowing that the president still had to dress Bella up.

***

The bar was empty when the president left the room with Bella in his arms. Tables and chairs were everywhere on the floor after the havoc.

Andrew cleared the way for Bella and the president and led the two out of the bar. He noticed the street was utterly deserted. Not a single soul could be seen around the vicinity.

The president entered the back seat with Bella. He carefully pulled her close to him, holding her tightly to give her a sense of security after experiencing hell.

Andrew silently pulled down the divider in the middle after sliding inside the driver's seat to give the married couple some privacy. He started the car's engine to drive them home when the president spoke in his baritone.

"Andrew."

"Yes, Boss?"

"I want you to manage my funds earlier as I would be swamped taking care of Bella," he said. "Transfer ten million dollars to the bar owner to compensate him for his losses and use another ten to bribe the media. I also have to send thirty million to the LAPD chief. Make sure that no word would spread out about what happened tonight."

"No problem, Boss."

Once again, Andrew could not help but notice how the president had changed. Even after killing the two men, he still traced a hint of humanity in him compared to how he was before.

A month ago, when a fat man bullied Bella, the president killed him without hesitation. He had no remorse, like a ruthless beast without compassion for humans.

At that moment, Andrew shifted to his position when the word 'beast' struck him. He could not help but recall how the president transformed into a wolf. Although he did not want to pry and just shrug it off, he had so many questions running around his head.

After taking a deep breath, Andrew cleared his throat and cautiously asked, "Boss, I hope you don't mind, but... can I ask you something?"

"Stop beating around the bush and ask away," the president simply said, sounding impatient.

"Well..." Andrew heaved a sigh, then finally continued, "How did you turn into a wolf?"

Silence reigned for a few seconds after Andrew blurted out his question. His hands on the steering wheel slightly trembled, and he felt his throat drying. He thought he was already done for when the president eventually replied.

"I don't know if you've already heard of werewolves. You might have read or seen them in movies or novels, but they are not just fictional creatures; they are real," the president said, trying to explain to him everything patiently. "Our ancestors arrived on Earth a long time ago. We usually lived far away from cities, following the laws of the jungle. But sometimes, we would also live in or travel to cities in our human form. In short, I am a werewolf, and so is Bella."

"What? But you guys are like the polar opposite of each other!" Andrew exclaimed.

"You're right," the president curtly said. "We might be different, but the Moon Goddess fates us to be together. I know you still can't fully grasp the concept of having mates, but for werewolves, mates are sacred."

"How did you know that she's your mate?"

"Through her scent," he simply answered. "Once werewolves reach the age of majority, that's the time they usually meet their mate. But for those who are unfortunate, they still have to wait a long time."

Andrew creased his forehead while he tried to understand everything.

A soft smile curved the president's lips as he looked endearingly at Bella. He gently combed her hair with his slender fingers. "Mates are destined to love and protect each other for the rest of their lives. And as for me, I waited until I was 30 to meet Bella."

Andrew was already deeply intoxicated while listening to the president's love story. A smile surfaced on his face, and his eyes were filled with envy. To hear more, he deliberately slowed down his driving speed.

"I wish I could meet the love of my life, too...." Andrew said under his breath.

"All you have to do is be patient," the president said gently, far from his domineering persona. "I'm sure she will also naturally come to you."

The president's encouragement spread warmth in Andrew's chest. He got carried away in excitement while thinking about the future and unconsciously stepped hard on the gas.

The car lurched forward, startling the two passengers in the back seat.

Thanks to his quick reflex, the president immediately wrapped his arms around Bella tightly. Afraid she might wake up, he gently stroked her hair again to lure her back to sleep.

"Andrew, what's wrong with you?" the president whispered sternly.

Andrew panicked at the sound of the president's dangerous baritone. He slammed on the brakes intending to slow down, and the car stopped with a violent jolt and screeching sound of the brakes.

'It's over. The president's going to kill me.' Andrew chewed on his lips and broke into a cold sweat when he realized what he had just done.

In the back seat, Bella squirmed, turning her face to the president, and subconsciously muttered to herself, 'Edward, is that you?'