Chapter 908

Chapter 908:

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For the first time, Katie had felt a deep fear of Mitchel, someone she had previously considered too weak to fear. His command of the situation was slowly fading.

Katie's mind reeled. What else didn't you know about him? He tried to laugh. “Mitchel, you're kidding, right? Are you kidding…"

Mitchel's eyes were cold and his voice was deep as he replied, "I'm not kidding. You wanted me to give an explanation to your dear son, right?

«Raegan is leaving Ardlens and will never return. Isn't that enough of an explanation? Mitchel asked, his words cutting to the bone.

Katie stayed silent. She felt a chill in Mitchel's words, sensing that he would kill her without hesitation if she complained. He knew that his plan to get Raegan to leave Ardlens was to protect her. But she wasn't foolish enough to say it out loud, knowing that Mitchel was not a person to be contradicted.

Katie masked her fear with obedience, stating, "Whatever you say."

Mitchel's smile was warm, but his eyes revealed a glint of danger, like a sword poised to strike. “Katie, if you had been as obedient in the past as you are now, perhaps you would have enjoyed greater freedom,” he said, his words piercing her like a dagger.

Katie didn't quite understand Mitchel's words, but the cold shiver that ran down her spine told her they were far from pleasant. His fear was palpable as he asked, his voice shaking, "Mitchel, what are you going to do?"

Her question soon found an answer when she realized, to her horror, that it wasn't just her imagination.

When the light from above illuminated his beautiful features, Mitchel's reflection seemed cold and hard. His words seemed to carry an icy cold. "Katie, I've tried to make you understand, but you're too stubborn to see it. If you can't even wait a few days, then…”

His gaze became cold as ice, leaving no room for compassion.

«You will remain here until the wedding. Take some time to rest and reflect.” His phrase seemed to close the door to any hope of negotiation.

Katie's face twisted in shock and disbelief. His intention to confine her was crystal clear, and he shouted, “Mitchel, I am your future wife, not your prisoner! You have no right to imprison me. If you do, I will refuse to marry you.

Katie thought she had played her trick. He began to realize that his previous efforts to control Mitchel had been a big mistake.

Men of Mitchel's caliber, gifted with remarkable competence and a determined nature, would never be controlled by anyone, least of all her.

Katie belatedly realized the severity of her attempts to manipulate Mitchel by underestimating the depth of his cunning, a price beyond her abilities to handle.

Mitchel stood up straight, his hand in his pocket and an aura of power around him. «When you had the opportunity to end our agreement, you didn't want to. Now, there is no chance."

Her smile held a mystery as she continued, "Be the perfect girlfriend, okay?"

With those words spoken, Mitchel left with a purpose, leaving Katie to ponder her fate.

Katie tried to get up and go after him, but as soon as she put her weight on her legs, she collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Her recovery from the abortion hadn't been as complete as she thought, and now she felt like her butt had been split in two.

Gritting her teeth in pain, Katie crawled towards the door, only to find it closed. No matter how much he pounded or pleaded, he got no response from the other side.

Mitchel had trapped Katie in the living room, as if she were a prisoner.

Weak and exhausted, Katie slowly crawled back to bed, unable to rest as the rage inside kept her awake.

The sight of the grotesque child, his face without nose or mouth, gave him chills.

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