Behind her, Mitchel's once handsome face abruptly turned cold. He held the doorknob before forcefully turning her around and pressing her against the door, his lips descending on hers.

The items in Raegan's hand fell. Before she could resist, her lips and tongue were captured by Mitchel. His intensity was palpable as he fervently sucked and nibbled on her tongue as if trying to extract something through the kiss.

Her mouth was inundated with his invasive breath. Such an aggressive kiss was highly uncomfortable.

Raegan resisted, delivering a hard punch to his chest. In an instant, her hands were firmly restrained by him and pressed against his chest.

Beneath her palms, she felt the powerful and rhythmic beats of Mitchel's heart.

The air around her was saturated with his clean and cold scent.

Raegan's breath grew shallow, feeling light-headed and faint. She attempted to kick him away with her feet.

Unfortunately, her legs fell short against Mitchel's height. Her kicks barely grazed his shins. They were more of a tickle than anything else.

Mitchel finally released Raegan when her face took on an unusual shade of red.

But his tone remained stern.

“Hurry up and breathe."

Raegan widened her eyes and gasped, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard. What did he mean by that?

Mitchel smiled and gently said, “I haven't finished kissing you yet.”

Raegan couldn't help but curse, “You bastard!"

Pressing her hands against the door, Mitchel held her waist and said, "You didn't complain when you were drunk. I decided I couldn't let you take advantage of me for free. I need something in return."

Infuriated, Raegan retorted without thinking, “Even if I was drunk, you enjoyed it too!"

Mitchel pressed his leg against hers, teasing, "You enjoyed it too."

Feeling his leg's unwelcome presence, Raegan shot him an annoyed glare.

“If we both enjoyed it, how did I take advantage of you?"

"If that's the case, why don't you marry me again?" Mitchel suggested.