Katie realized that with Mitchelâs resources, figuring out Daveyâs close ties to the Maxwell family wouldnât have been difficult.
Mitchelâs demand was manageable for Katie.
She had been the one to orchestrate Raeganâs inclusion on the hit list anyway.
Katie assumed if she couldnât win Mitchelâs love, so be it.
Sheâd bind him with obligations instead, believing that someday, sheâd win his heart through them.
âKatie, you seem to be misunderstanding something,â Mitchel said, his eyes intense and menacing.
âThe thing about agreements is theyâre limited to whatâs been agreed upon, nothing more.
You said you merely defended your rights?â
He clenched and unclenched his fists, his joints cracking crisply.
Then, he slowly walked forward.
With each step he took, Katieâs heart pounded wildly.
Suddenly, Mitchelâs long fingers gripped her chin firmly, Looking down at her as her pupils widened with fear, and his eyes held an icy chill.
âTell me, what rights do you think you have?â
Katieâs courage melted away under his intense presence.
She clenched her teeth and shivered, saying, âMitchel, youâre hurting me.
Please let goâ¦â
He ignored her pleas, his voice sharp and commanding.
âWho told you that you have these rights? Was it me?â
Mitchel suddenly released her, and Katie slumped into the plush seat, gasping for breath.
The light revealed the icy sternness in Mitchelâs face.
Katie could tell he was furious! In such moments, she knew better than to argue with him.
When he lost his temper, he was formidable.
Katie lowered her eyes, still showing a hint of defiance, and said through gritted teeth, âMitchel, regardless, weâre going to be married soon!â
She paused and took a deep breath, her eyes beginning to tear up.
âAt least in public, try to show some respect for me.
â
âDonât pretend you havenât read the contract you signed.
â His eyes dark and unforgiving, he said coldly, âOnly the wedding.
Nothing else.
â
Katieâs face instantly paled.
She was dead set on marrying Mitchel.
Although he was reluctant to make it official with a marriage certificate, the mere promise of a wedding was enough for her.
After all, should anything happen to Mitchel, she would still be recognized as his spouse in the eyes of others.
Her position would remain secure.
The dishes had turned cold.
However, Mitchel, appearing calmer now, pulled back a chair and said casually, âEat now.
Arenât these your favorite dishes?â
With that, Mitchel scooped the soggy vegetables onto Katieâs plate.
The ladle clinked sharply as he set it down.
His lips curled into a slight smile.
âEat.
â
Katie pressed her lips together, her face ghostly pale.
These dishes were cold.
Plus, she wasnât in the mood to eat.
âI⦠Iâm not hungry,â she stammered.
She stood up hesitantly, ready to leave.
âI will leave first.
â
âSit down!â Mitchel commanded.
His voice was cold and distant, carrying a chilling edge that could make anyone tremble.