Raegan frowned and instinctively turned to Mitchel. She doubted he failed to see that Katie’s request of having her design clothes was just a way to embarrass her.
Katie, smiling, said to Mitchel, “Mitchel, Miss Foster’s designs are quite nice. Just let her handle it.”
Mitchel’s gaze was cold, and as he started to speak, he suddenly shifted his statement, remarking indifferently, “You handle these minor things.”
At his words, Raegan wasn’t surprised. She shouldn’t have expectations anyway.
It could have been the restaurant’s air conditioning that was malfunctioning. Raegan felt every bit of her skin prickle under her clothes, the cold bothering her deeply. If they could stoop to such behavior, why shouldn’t she use this to her advantage? She would be silly not to seize the opportunity to earn some money.
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Facing them directly, Raegan stated plainly, “Alright, I’ll have my assistant schedule a time with you later.”
“Enjoy your meal,” Raegan added, managing a faint smile.
With that, she moved forward, not stopping for a second.
Katie was on the verge of saying something more, but Mitchel quickly stopped her by grabbing her hand.
Realizing Mitchel was holding her hand, Katie immediately softened, her expression turning to a sweet smile, hoping Raegan would glance back at them.
But Raegan continued walking with steady, unwavering steps, not looking back once.
Katie was overwhelmed with disappointment, but soon, other feelings emerged. She deemed Mitchel’s holding her hand as huge progress.
Moments earlier, she had taken moments to muster the courage to Link arms with him loosely, avoiding direct contact.
“Mitchel…” Katie whispered softly.
Although he was holding Katie’s hand, Mitchel didn’t look at her. His gaze was cold and distant, fixing straight ahead, even though the path was empty.
Just as Katie began to feel confused and was about to ask, Mitchel’s grip intensified, painfully squeezing her hand until her bones felt like they might break.
Katie’s face contorted with pain as she exclaimed, “Mitchel!”
Mitchel remained stoic, seemingly oblivious to her cries, his hold as relentless as a vise. This made her sweat and grimace.
“Mitchel…” Katie was nearly in tears from the pain, managing to gasp, “It hurts. Please let go.”
That was when Mitchel finally looked down at Katie, his voice cold.
“Someone is taking pictures.”
However, Mitchel didn’t relax his grip. Instead, he pulled her along, striding forward swiftly.
With the press taking pictures of them, Katie managed to fight back the urge to cry in pain, forcing a smile.
The pain was intense, her fingers being pressed so tightly that they felt distorted, on the verge of serious damage. Despite the agony, Katie tried her best to maintain a smile, one that looked more pained than any tear could express.