“If you force me, I will hate you. Do you want that?"

Henley paused for a beat and said in a low voice, “I don't want you to hate me."

Raegan seized the opportunity and continued, "I don't like you. If you force me, I will hate you and wish for you to die."

"Do you like Mitchel?" Henley asked out of nowhere. With a low and magnetic voice, he bitterly asked, "Is he better than me?"

Raegan closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm not interested in anyone."

"You Little liar," Henley scoffed.

"You like him."

During their conversation, Raegan noticed a brief lapse in Henley's attention and decided to seize this opportunity. With that, she lifted her knee and struck him in the part where it hurt the most.

“Argh!" Henley winced in pain and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.

Raegan took her chance. She pushed him away and stepped hard on his wounds.

Henley's handsome face turned pale, and his forehead beaded with cold sweat. She had stepped right on his injuries.

At last, Raegan leaped away from him. She had done it on purpose, and that was why she hit him on his injuries. His wounds, still healing, burst open. Blood gushed out, soaking his black trousers.

Raegan was not a pushover. What Henley had done stirred hatred within her.

She looked directly at Henley, whose face was a mask hiding his true feelings. With an icy voice, she warned, "Try anything like that again, and I'll make sure you end up behind bars."

As soon as she said these words, she opened the door and was about to leave.

Just then, the secretary and two bodyguards blocked her way.

The secretary glanced at Henley and asked, "Mr. Brooks, shall we let her leave?"

Raegan's expression shifted. She hadn't anticipated that Henley had placed bodyguards at the door. To think, he was actually considering detaining her.

Using the sofa for support, Henley slowly stood up. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand smeared blood across his face, adding a dangerous charm to his appearance.