She turned away, covering Henley's mouth, struggling to free herself.

Henley, driven by a fierce inner turmoil, seemed unwilling to release her easily. His restless demeanor suggested an intense, consuming desire toward Raegan.

With one push, he pressed her against the sofa.

He held her hands tightly as he pinned Raegan on the sofa.

Raegan felt a sense of panic as if she didn't recognize Henley.

"Henley, stop! You can't force me. Let me go!" she protested.

Henley removed his glasses, his eyes losing their warmth, becoming cold and ruthless.

“Raegan, you were meant to be mine long ago," he said, his voice unnerving.

Raegan, confused and overpowered, couldn't push him away. She retreated, demanding sternly, “Let me go, now."

Henley caressed her hair, gazing at the pendant around her neck.

“Don't worry, Raegan. I'll never hurt you. But you must be mine."

He leaned in again, gripping her chin, and kissed her forcefully.

“Hmm... Stop it!" Raegan protested, struggling as the kiss landed on her hair.

Henley was determined, holding her tightly, his voice eerily gentle.

“It might be uncomfortable here. Relax. I'll try not to hurt you."

He was out of his mind! The image of Henley in Raegan's mind was shattered.

Raegan was furious.

“I'm not your girlfriend. Don't make me call the police!"

Henley laughed mockingly.

"You're so naive, Raegan. No one can stop me."