Chapter 93 The Slippery Little Minx

• He cradled her small, delicate face in his hands, his fingers tightening around her as if he were trapping her within the confines of his palms. The gesture was both tender and suffocating, a stark contrast that sent a tremor through her.
• "Whether you can leave or not, that's for me to decide!" His voice was a cold, authoritative decree, carrying the weight of someone who was unyielding in his dominance.
• Her heart fluttered erratically, a sharp chill racing down her spine. "What do you mean?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We signed an agreement. After the divorce, we are to have no further ties. You have no authority over me."