Looking him straight in the eye, Raegan didnât mince words.
âMr.
Brooks, I was quite clear back at the hospital.
We arenât friends.
Spare me the pleasantries.
â
Her frosty response seemed to bother Henley, but he kept up his easygoing appearance, his eyes smiling.
âRaegan, do you have to be this cold?â
Even though Henley shared resembling features with Mitchel, there was a significant difference.
Mitchel looked serious and charming, but Henley had a gentle and refined air about him.
Henleyâs smile, once seemed gentle, now made Raegan shiver every time she saw it.
Henleyâs darker side had revealed itself as sheer madness.
Finding themselves in a corner without surveillance cameras, unease washed over Raegan, but she masked it with feigned composure, suggesting, âMr.
Brooks, with all these people around, it might be better if you get back to your work, so we avoid any unnecessary gossip.
â
Henley, still smiling, said confidently, âRaegan, no one dares to spread rumors about me.
â
As Raegan tried to walk past him, Henley suddenly blocked her way.
Acting on impulse, she threw the food container she was holding at him.
Henley easily dodged it, and the container hit the ground, its contents spilling everywhere.
âDonât touch me!â Raegan shouted, unable to hide her disgust.
Henley was taken aback, his face turning stern.
He moved closer, trapping her in the corner, and asked, âDo you really despise me that much?â
Raegan stepped back and warned him with a chill in her voice, âMitchel is going to start looking for me soon.
â
Henley just laughed scornfully at the mention of Mitchel.
âDo you really think Iâm that patient?â
Raegan never harbored this illusion.
His manipulative depth was something she was well aware of, fueling her profound repulsion.
Henley reached out, trying to lift her chin, his voice dark and intense.
âWhat if I had taken you that night? Would Mitchel still welcome you back so easily?â
Raeganâs anger surged.
âHenley, donât you have any shame?â
Hearing his name used so directly only made Henley smirk.
Such rebukes were only effective on people who followed the rules, and he was not one of them.
He didnât care about morality or decency.
With a half-smile, Henley said, âShame? In high places, itâs all about respect.
â
âGet out of my way!â Raegan turned her head, refusing to let him touch her.
This move left the pale, delicate skin of Raeganâs neck visible to Henley.
Her skin was so delicate that Henley could see the fine veins beneath, and her slight blush made her irresistibly captivating.
Henley was buzzing with a weird kind of excitement, almost feeling the urge to bite.
Five years hadnât cooled his obsession.
Instead, it spiraled into madness.
He was drawn to her scent, her voice, and her smiles.
Just thinking about her gave him a sensation that shook his very soul.