“Will we really reach her or are we running on luck here?” Catherine got up from her place and made little movements of her head and looked at him suspiciously because she was able to see the same views again and again.
“Well,
Let’s hope for the best shall we.” He smiled awkwardly afterwards.
Hearing his unsatisfying answer chilled her soul and turned her knees to water, heat coursed in her veins, her every muscle got tensed and annoyance flared.
" Don't you know the exact route ?"
Her pulse slammed in her neck and she shook with fury. Seeing her anger, Milot could barely breathe, fear twisted his gut, and his blood ran cold. He made her sit down and calmly explained all the facts and situations they were going through to which she calmly listened and agreed quite cheerfully and was also embarrassed for her behaviour.
All this time they were talking Theodore was the only one not talking, he was still keeping quiet.