The crystal lamp barely missed Mitchelâs face, shattering against the wall with a resounding bang.
Fragments of the lamp scattered across the room, leaving Mitchelâs otherwise handsome face marred by a bloody cut.
Unfazed by his injury, Raegan made a hasty attempt to flee.
She was barefoot and seemingly oblivious to the broken glass strewn across the floor.
âWatch out!â Mitchel hurriedly reached Raegan and knelt, offering his palm as a makeshift platform for her feet.
Raegan couldnât withdraw her feet in time, causing the glass to cut into the back of Mitchelâs hand and embed itself in his flesh.
A sudden rush of blood painted the scene.
Seemingly indifferent to the injury, Mitchel lifted Raegan and gently placed her back on the bed.
His blood dripped onto the cream-white bed sheet, staining it, yet he paid it no mind.
His blood continued to drip as he touched Raeganâs face with his stained hand, fixating on her with piercing eyes.
The woman who had been presumed dead and haunted his dreams for the past five years was now miraculously alive in his arms.
âRaegan, Raeganâ¦â Mitchelâs tall figure leaned over Raegan, trapping Raegan in his arms while hoarsely repeating her name.
âs BunnyBookery His trembling, bloody hand traced her features â her face, her eyes, and her lips.
He was trying to see if she was real and not a figment of his imagination.
This woman in front of him was real, a far cry from the nightmares that had tormented him for the past five years.
âRaegan.
â Pressing his lips to her forehead, Mitchel held her tightly in his arms and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, âYou can hate me, despise me, or whatever, but please donât leave meâ¦â
The metallic scent of blood filled the air as Mitchel pleaded with Raegan.
Raegan struggled to push Mitchel away, but her efforts were in vain.
In desperation, she bit hard on his shoulder.
To her surprise, Mitchelâs muscles were so robust that she felt her teeth ache when she bit into him.
Mitchel snorted, looked at her with piercing eyes, and asked, âDoes it hurt?â
Raegan was at a loss for words when she heard that.
She couldnât believe her bad Luck.
How had she ended up meeting such a crazy man?
Maybe he was really out of his mind!
Frustrated, Raegan shouted, âLet me go! I want to go home!â
Hearing her complaints, the fire in Mitchelâs eyes surged again.
He fixed his gaze on her and said coldly, âThis is your home, Raegan.
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âBullshit! This is not my home!â Raegan retorted.