NovelStartChapter 270 Katrina's face turned pale as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Didn't you say we were going home? Why did you bringhere?" Katrina asked, staring at Carlisle.
Carlisle glanced at her calmly and replied, "You've been in a bad mood lately. This place is quiet and perfect for you to rest. Just treat it as a change of scenery. I've already had the maids prepare everything. If you need anything, just let them know." "Carlisle, are you trying to imprison me?" Katrina asked coldly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarlisle's expression darkened slightly. "Katrina, I just want you to calm down for a while. I have no intention of imprisoning you." Katrina retorted almost immediately, "I'm perfectly rational right now. I don't need to calm down. If you don't have such intentions, then takeback." A flicker of disappointment passed through Carlisle's eyes as he looked at Katrina's defiant expression, but he still spoke gently, "We're already here, and it's probably too late for you to have dinner. I asked the maids to prepare all your favorite dishes. Cin and eat with me. We can talk afterward." No matter how sweetly he dressed up his words, it couldn't change his true intentions.
Katrina kept a cold face and didn't respond.
Carlisle looked away from her, then opened the door and stepped out of the car.
James and a few maids were already waiting outside. As soon as they saw him, they respectfully greeted, "Mr. Zachman." Standing by the car, Carlisle looked down at Katrina inside and said coldly, "Bring Mrs. Zachman inside." With that, he turned and walked into the villa, leaving Katrina no tto react. Moments later, two maids stepped forward, opened her car door, and firmly escorted her out.
"Mrs. Zachman, my apologies," one of the maids said, though she grabbed Katrina tightly and forcefully led her inside.
The warmth of the house hit Katrina immediately. Carlisle had already removed his suit jacket and was ted at the dining table, with a maid helping him wash his hands.
The two maids pushed Katrina toward the table, holding her shoulders firmly and forcing her into a chair. The other maids immediately brought the prepared dishes to the table. All of them were Katrina's favorites. However, Katrina had no appetite at all.
On the other hand, Carlisle seemed to be in a good mood. After washing his hands, he picked up a bowl of soup from the table, scooped up a spoonful, and gently brought it to her lips.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Try the mushroom soup," he said softly. "I had the chef make it especially for you." Katrina turned her head away and angrily knocked the bowl out of his hand. "Carlisle, what are you trying to do?"
The hot soup splashed in all directions, scalding the back of m Carlisle's hand and leaving the skin an angry red. A maid standing nearby gasped in alarm and rushed to get a damp towel to wipe his hand.
James asked cautiously, "Mr. Zachman, shall I call for a doctor?" "No need," Carlisle replied indifferently.
He glanced down at his hand briefly, then looked up at Katrina with a smile. "You don't like this dish? I'll have them make something else."
He then coldly turned to the maids and scolded, "Didn't you see Mrs. Zachman doesn't like it? Why are you still standing here? Go mak
another soup. If Mrs. Zachman doesn't eat a single bite tonight, Hone of you are allowed to rest!"
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