Confused and fearful, Raegan asked in a trembling voice, âMitchel, what are you doing?â
Mitchel, holding her head gently, offered a faint smile.
âPracticing how to make a baby.
â
âHmmâ¦â Before she could protest, Mitchel silenced her with a ki*s, his approach dominating yet tender.
Humiliated and angry, Raegan felt herself nearing a breaking point.
After finishing his business, Mitchel didnât even untie her.
Instead, he just let her hanging on the towel rack helplessly.
It was only when the maid arrived that Raegan was freed.
Crumbled on the bathroom floor, knees to her chest, Raegan trembled uncontrollably.
The maid, sympathetic yet helpless, tried to console Raegan, âI can see Mr Dixon and you are deeply in love with each other.
Yet, you two seemed to argue a lot.
Perhaps talking it through will help.
Why must you hurt each other so?â
In love with each other? Raegan could only shake her head in sorrow.
If this was Mitchelâs version of love, she wanted no part of it.
The maid continued, âActually, Mr.
Dixon truly cares for you.
Iâve seen him alone in your room, clutching the pillow you used to sleep on.
He constantly buys new clothes for you, and the food stocked here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when youâre awayâ¦â
Raegan felt numb to the maidâs words.
Terms like love and care seemed unfit to describe her bond with Mitchel.
In her eyes, Mitchel viewed her as nothing more than an object.
He never imagined that one day she would defy his commands.
His ego bruised when he sensed losing control.
That was why he became fixated on regaining it.
His obsession filled Raegan with dread.
Her fear overshadowed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to run away from Mitchel.
The idea of fleeing consumed Raeganâs thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to break free from Mitchellâs side.
Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrodâs wedding.
On the phone, Jamieâs voice was tender with affection.
âJarrod, I feel like I am the happiest woman in this world.
Letâs have two children in the future!â
Jarrodâs expression turned somber.
Jamieâs words echoed his past promises to Nicole.
Jarrod hesitated, his silence lingering until Jamie prompted him.
âJarrod, are you there?â
Regaining composure, Jarrod replied evasively, âItâs late, Jamie.
Get some rest.
â He skillfully dodged the subject.
After a sweet goodbye, Jamie quickly made another call, her voice now stern.
âKeep an eye on Jarrod tonight.
Report anything unusual.
â
After the call, Jarrod stood before a large French window, smoking.
He was still hanging on those words, âLetâs have two childrenâ¦â