Feeling her shake, Mitchelâs hold eased, his expression returning to its usual calm as if he was not the person consumed by fury.
His lips barely moved as he coldly proposed, âThree months.
â
Raegan looked at him, confused.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI need three months of marriage.
After that, you can choose to endâ
Raegan was baffled by Mitchelâs suggestion of a temporary marriage.
She wondered why Mitchel had chosen her, when so many others would have jumped at the chance to be by his side, even if just for a day.
Mitchel looked at Raegan with a calm intensity and explained, âMy grandfatherâs health is failing.
The doctors say he has less than two months.
â
Raegan felt as if her world had just shattered.
The Dixon family was not known for warmth, except for the love she received from Mitchelâs grandfather.
This news was a devastating blow.
Overwhelmed with sorrow, Raegan stammered, âI can keep pretending to be your wifeâ¦â
Mitchelâs rejection was immediate and firm, his gaze on her cool and distant, âI donât want that.
â
Raegan was taken aback by his stoic response.
âI canât lie to him now.
â
His reasoning sounded valid, but Raegan couldnât shake the feeling that she was falling for his trap.
âBut⦠Raegan began, hesitantly.
Mitchel cut her off, his expression growing stern, âThis remarriage is only for my grandfatherâs sake, of courseâ¦â
After a brief pause, he added nonchalantly, âYouâre not being forced.
Your options are to remarry me or to have s@x with me here.
â
Raegan felt her cheeks burn, trapped between two undesirable choices.
But the thought of his grandfather made her agree to endure the former option for three months.
She spoke up, a hint of resolve in her voice, âLetâs keep this secret.
I donât want Luciana to find out about our remarriage.
And after three months, youâll divorce me, right?â
Mitchelâs nod was cold and detached.
Raegan felt a slight relief and continued, âThen, letâs sign both the prenuptial and divorce papers now.
It will save us the trouble in three months.
â