Chapter 171

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In an instant, Mitchel reached down and placed Raegan in the back seat.

Before the door could click shut, he leaned toward her, pinched her chin, and planted a passionate kiss on her tender lips.

Raegan's fingers gripped his shirt and a button broke, but Mitchel didn't seem to care. Raegan tried to express her anger, but he silenced her by capturing the tip of her tongue in a passionate kiss, making Raegan shudder uncontrollably.

When Mitchel finally released her, Raegan was left fuming. She raised her hand to hit him, but he caught it effortlessly, his gaze penetrating hers.

«As I told you, only my wife could hit me. Do you want to come back to me and be my wife?

Hearing his words, Raegan no longer wanted to hit him.

Mitchel knew her weaknesses and got the hang of dealing with her.

Anger welled up, but so did a feeling of helplessness. Raegan despised getting involved with him.

In the past, Mitchel's presence had served as a light to him.

She had held onto him like someone holding a light in the dark.

However, that light hurt her mercilessly.

As if it were a response to stress, she couldn't help but resist his advances, as it would create expectations in her.

Fear gnawed at her every time she thought about the suffering that expectations would likely bring.

No one knew what he was avoiding, much less his fears.

Desperation took over his voice as he pleaded, “Mitchel, what can I do to make you stop bothering me? Do you just want to sleep with me? Will you let me go after we go to bed?

Mitchel's response was cold, his eyes lacking warmth.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think I'm implying?" Raegan looked at him, tears in her eyes.

"Don't you just want me to have sex?"

"That?"

«Can you promise me that you will leave me alone later? If so, me.

Mitchel scoffed and cut her off: "Do you want to give yourself to me for free?"

The humiliation of his words did not go unnoticed by her.

His words cut deep and Raegan clenched her fists, trembling with sadness. However, he managed to regain his composure and free himself from their harassment.

"You have to give me a guarantee..."

Before she could finish, Mitchel roughly hugged her, resting his chin on her soft hair. In a low voice, he said, “Can you not be obedient to me? "I'm a little upset."

The sudden change in his attitude caught Raegan off guard.

He couldn't help but wonder why he was angry.

He should know there was nothing between her and Hector if he knew her current occupation as a tutor.

She didn't have to be angry just because Hector had brought her here.

Furthermore, they had divorced and she was no longer his wife.

But Mitchel was unreasonable. Raegan didn't want to talk to him anymore. He tried to push it away repeatedly.

«Let go of me. "I'm going home."

Mitchel's expression froze. He had already sensed her rejection.

But he let her go obediently and allowed her to get out of the car.

"I'll walk you back."

Raegan was about to speak when someone called her name.

“Raegan.”

Henley appeared out of nowhere, holding a bouquet of roses. There were at least ninety-nine roses.

The tension in the air around them instantly increased.

Although Raegan couldn't understand why Henley was standing there with flowers in her hand, it was a welcome excuse to get away from Mitchel. Therefore, he walked towards Henley without hesitation.

However, Mitchel suddenly grabbed her hand firmly, frowning.

He remained silent, but his firm grip on her wrist and complicated expression said it all.

Raegan slowly broke his hand, just as she once did, and said, "Mr. Dixon, since we've been divorced, we're strangers. Please stop doing this.

Two steps away, Henley unexpectedly grabbed her hand.

Raegan stiffened and instinctively tried to pull away.

However, Henley grabbed her hand tightly, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Leaning down, he whispered, “Don't you want to get rid of him? Let me help you.”

Raegan's heart raced. A cold, intense gaze fixed on her from behind, a sensation similar to that of meat being sliced. The gaze pierced his heart, causing a subtle tremor throughout his body.

Henley took Raegan's hand, ignoring Mitchel's intense gaze.

With a subtle nod to Mitchel, Henley led her away.

Raegan couldn't remember how she got home. His mind was a blank canvas.

Henley handed her the bouquet of roses and said, “Rest.

Call me if you need anything.

Raegan barely registered Henley's words. She just nodded as he turned around and walked away.

He didn't even know when he had picked Henley's flowers.

He hadn't been physically close to anyone other than Mitchel in years.

Even shaking Henley's hand in front of Mitchel made her feel guilty.

However, after taking that first step today, it didn't seem that difficult, although the piercing look Mitchel gave them scared her a little.

Back in her room, Raegan stared at the flowers, not knowing what to do.

Why had Henley given her flowers?

The bouquet was large and undeniably attractive.

All the girls liked flowers.

Although Raegan couldn't stand the strong smell of the flowers, she put them on a table in the living room because she thought they were pretty.

Just then, Nicole texted him saying she was staying the night.

Raegan accepted and went to take a shower.

After showering, she began to dry her hair. The bell rang when I was halfway through.

Raegan opened the door without hesitation. He said as he opened the door: "Did you leave the key?"

To his surprise, it was not Nicole but Mitchel who was outside.

Raegan's mind went blank for a split second. When he came to his senses, he tried to close the door immediately.

Mitchel casually blocked her with his foot, his gaze sharp and penetrating.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm at your door?"

Hearing that, Raegan didn't dare close the door.

Anyway, Mitchel had an ace up his sleeve to get in.

Once Mitchel entered, he immediately closed the door with a loud “Bang.”

A shiver ran down Raegan's spine.

Instead of advancing towards Raegan, Mitchel just looked at her with deep eyes. Raegan's breath caught.

His eyes locked with hers and Raegan's heart skipped a beat. He said cautiously, "Let's talk tomorrow."

In a low voice, Mitchel replied, "I can't sleep until I say what I wanted to say in the car."

Raegan was taken aback. Weren't they talking about sex in the car a few moments ago and he wasn't interested then? Were you thinking about it now?

Raegan's courage had waned after stating that. I didn't want to delve into the topic of intimacy with him.

Feigning innocence, he said, "Haven't we already finished our conversation?"

Suddenly, Mitchel pulled her closer, pressing her against the wall.

Her slender fingers grabbed his jaw, preventing him from dodging.

Raegan stiffened uncontrollably. My nerves were on edge.

His deep eyes conveyed suppressed rage, and his voice was eerily calm.

«This is not over. I haven't given you my answer yet.

"Well, I don't..."

Before she could finish, he silenced her with a forceful kiss.

Raegan's eyes widened, but Mitchel didn't give her time to react.

His kiss was aggressive, a relentless invasion that left her breathless.

This kiss was not like the previous ones.

It felt like a conquest.

He wanted everything from her.

Raegan felt like she was going to be kissed to death. I couldn't breathe well.

Her eyes turned red from the intensity of the kiss, and her body became as flexible as water. Weakness took over her, inviting her to more kisses.

Between the chaotic whirlwind of his mind and his labored breathing, he managed to ask: "Are you serious?"

Without saying a word, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the room, his expression dark and melancholy.

"Yeah. Give it to me.

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