Chapter 181 You Can Be My Pet

Noel lifted Whitney with ease and placed her on the desk. His hands rested on either side of her, and his intense gaze locked onto hers. There was a storm brewing in his dark eyes, and whether it erupted depended entirely on her next move. But Whitney wasn't one to back down. "Am I your toy or your pet? Why should I listen to you?" she snapped, leaning slightly back to keep some space between them. Her hands braced against the desk, but she winced, forgetting that her left wrist still wasn't fully healed. Noel noticed immediately. He pulled her closer, gently supporting her injured wrist. "You want to be my pet?" he said, his tone mocking. "I could make you my canary—kept, pampered, and caged." "Are you delusional?" Whitney shot back, her anger flaring. A canary meant a woman who was kept with no freedom and no identity of her own. The thought made her stomach churn. She would never be that person. His words weren't just insulting; they were degrading. "Tell me, wha