Suddenly, Mitchel's long fingers gripped her chin firmly, Looking down at her as her pupils widened with fear, and his eyes held an icy chill. “Tell me, what rights do you think you have?"

Katie's courage melted away under his intense presence. She clenched her teeth and shivered, saying, “Mitchel, you're hurting me. Please let go..."

He ignored her pleas, his voice sharp and commanding. “Who told you that you have these rights? Was it me?"

Mitchel suddenly released her, and Katie slumped into the plush seat, gasping for breath.

The light revealed the icy sternness in Mitchel's 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, "Mitchel, regardless, we're going to be married soon!"

She paused and took a deep breath, her eyes beginning to tear up.

"At least in public, try to show some respect for me."

“Don't pretend you haven't read the contract you signed." His eyes dark and unforgiving, he said coldly, “Only the wedding. Nothing else.”

Katie's 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, “Eat now. Aren't these your favorite dishes?"

With that, Mitchel scooped the soggy vegetables onto Katie's plate.

The ladle clinked sharply as he set it down. His lips curled into a slight smile. "Eat."

Katie pressed her lips together, her face ghostly pale. These dishes were cold. Plus, she wasn't in the mood to eat. "I... I'm not hungry," she stammered. She stood up hesitantly, ready to leave. "I will leave first."

"Sit down!" Mitchel commanded. His voice was cold and distant, carrying a chilling edge that could make anyone tremble.

Katie's legs tensed, and she dropped back down into her seat.

“Didn't you say you enjoy the dishes in this restaurant?" Mitchel's slender fingers drummed on the table as he uttered, “Finish them."

Noting the rare darkness in his gaze, Katie felt a chill run through her palms. For the first time, her feelings for Mitchel had included not only obsession but also fear. She knew she had no other choice.