Mistaking her words as her desperate wish to leave with Henley, Mitchel's anger flared, distorting his handsome features.

His lips, now cold and intent, pressed against her neck.

Raegan winced at the sharp pain as he bit her harshly.

This bastard! What was he thinking? He had just insulted her, and now this?

Feeling deeply wronged, Raegan pushed against him.

“Stop it. Let me go!"

He persisted, leaving marks on her neck and chest. Then, he paused, taunting her, "Why pretend? Didn't you used to enjoy this?"

"That was in the past. Things have changed."

Raegan bit her lip, fighting back tears of humiliation.

He held her chin tightly.

“Answer me, do you really want to leave with him?"

"Yes," Raegan said adamantly.

"Henley saved me. I owe him."

“He saved you, but didn't I also fucking save you?" Mitchel burst out.

"If you're willing to take care of him, what do I get from you?"

Raegan's heart constricted, and she replied with deliberate calm, “I'm grateful for your help, but I hope you can stay out of my life."

Raegan thought of Luciana's words, reminding herself it was best to keep a distance. Luciana had pointed out she could offer Mitchel no real support.

A wave of despair washed over Mitchel, his eyes turning stormy.

"Gratitude isn't what I'm seeking. I need more than that.”

"What do you mean by... Uh..."