Shock spread across Raegan's face as she felt the button of her pants come undone.

“You bastard! We're not together anymore! You have no right to do this!"

Mitchel's gaze hardened as he leaned closer, a sneer on his lips.

"You can't tell me what I can and cannot fucking do!"

Raegan's emotions overflowed, tears streaming down her face.

"Mitchel, you can't force me. Many might willingly be with you, but I am not one of them."

Her face, tear-streaked, was a picture of defiance and distress.

Mitchel felt a pang in his heart as if struck by lightning. He realized this was all pointless.

She believed he was demeaning her, and he felt he was demeaning himself. He had offered his sincerity, but she had outright refused it.

Abruptly, he released her and coldly commanded, "Get out."

Raegan, her face wet with tears, silently fixed her clothes and left Mitchel's car without another word.

Outside Mitchel's car, Henley sat nearby in a wheelchair, observing the scene with a seemingly indifferent expression.

Yet, beneath his expression, his heart had turned to ice.

As Raegan got out of the car, she was taken aback when she saw Henley there.

Before she could speak, Henley interrupted, “It's chilly outside.

Please, get into the car."

Feeling too embarrassed to stand Henley's gaze anymore, Raegan quickly turned and walked toward Henley's car.

Mitchel, meanwhile, appeared disheveled, his neck bearing scratch marks from their recent scuffle.

Leaving the car door open, he casually adjusted his collar, allowing Henley a clear view of the disarray inside.

Surprisingly, Henley let out a chuckle.