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Chapter 156: Slamming The Door

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This wasn’t right. We need time to calm down.

I realized this and took a step back, soothing Michael’s mood.

I looked into Michael’s eyes and said, “I think we need to take a break. I’ve been here too long. I want to go home and see my parents. I’ll go tomorrow.”

Michael lowered his gaze and didn’t speak. I heard his stifled breathing.

“No,” Michael refused.

“You said you wouldn’t restrict my freedom anymore,” I said. “I haven’t seen them for a long time. It’s a reasonable request.”

“You’re just looking for an excuse to leave me, Cecily,” Michael said, shaking his head.

“You don’t trust me?” The feeling of powerlessness returned as I said in disappointment, “I thought we were mates. We were supposed to be the closest people in the world, not like this. You’re still treating me as your prisoner.”

“I don’t distrust you, but you’re angry. And you can’t solve the problem by leaving me.” Michael spoke fast and continued, “Let’s sit and talk calmly. What are you angry about, Cecily?”

I turned my head away and refused to continue the conversation.

Our conversation wouldn’t bear results. Michael didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he had done. In his eyes, I was just a nobody. The more I talked to him, the sadder I would be.

“I want to go home,” I insisted.

“Why?” Michael suddenly let out an angry roar.

He scared me this time.

I kept quiet and looked at Michael in bewilderment.

He seemed to be angered by me. The calmness just now was all an act. He had been suppressing his anger all this time. Now, his wild beast was finally about to come out. I suddenly remembered the unhappy times we had spent together. Michael had imprisoned me. I couldn’t go anywhere until he said yes.

Michael seemed to be regaining his twisted control over me.

We were silent for a moment. No one spoke. I was afraid that anything I said would drive Michael crazy, so I waited for him to talk again. But Michael just looked at me fiercely. His beastly eyes scared me. I felt like he was going to eat me.

I swallowed. I felt like I was going to be eaten.

Five, four, three…

I decided to surrender to Michael on the count of one. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at me. I knew I would have to surrender to Michael sooner or later. Why would I do something so unwise as to challenge the authority of the Lycan Prince of the royal family?

Two, one.

As I was about to apologize, I saw Michael raise his fist. At the same time, there was a golden beast in his eyes.

I closed my eyes in fear. I thought he finally couldn’t hold back his anger and wanted to hit me.

But with a loud bang, the pain I had imagined didn’t come. Michael smashed his fist against the door. Michael’s punch was very strong. I felt the door behind me shake. Even the ground shook.

I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak. My gaze was fixed on Michael’s fist.

I could see that he was clenching his fist very hard. The joints of his fingers were bleeding.

“You, stay. I, get out of here,” Michael said in a low, hoarse voice.

Then, he turned the doorknob and left our room without looking back.

I heard the door slam shut. To be precise, Michael had slammed it with much force. Michael’s footsteps grew farther and farther away. I heard him going down the stairs, and the butler’s greeting, and then everything fell silent.

I squatted slowly, arms folded, staring at the patterns on the carpet.

I said I wanted to go home, but Michael slammed the door behind him. What did he mean?

I sighed, feeling like a failure. My plan for the day had been to make a romantic dinner for Michael, have a good night, and strengthen our relationship, to make us even more inseparable. But look at what I’d done.

I’d let my mate leave his house and go off somewhere. Maybe Michael went to see Joanna or any woman who wouldn’t fight with him.

I pushed him away from me. I am almost laughing at my stupidity.

Every date with Michael seemed to fail, and I always made it a failure.

I felt a deep sense of frustration.

Everything that had happened today was what Joanna had said to me in the kitchen, and her words were so powerful that I had sensed it, and I had fallen into her trap.