Reaching out, she weakly clung to his sleeve, her voice soft and pleading, "Please..

Henley hesitated at her fragile tone, asking, "Is it really that painful?"

Raegan nodded vigorously.

He leaned in, concerned, and asked, “Let me check?"

As those words escaped Henley's Lips, Raegan grabbed the perfume bottle from the dashboard and smashed it at him.

Thud! A dull impact sounded.

Blood trickled down Henley's forehead.

Raegan frantically unlocked her seatbelt and struggled to open the car door.

Suddenly, her hair was yanked back fiercely.

"Ah!" Raegan screamed in agony.

Henley, bloodied, resembled a hellish demon. "Raegan, how you've let me down!"

He pressed her back on the seat, directly broke the seat belt, and tied her up.

Raegan, immobilized, defiantly declared, "Henley, I won't go with you.

You'll only get my lifeless body!"

“Really?” Henley abruptly leaned forward, pressing the button to recline her car seat to the farthest back.

Raegan was uncertain of his intentions.

"I've heard that the heart of a woman can be won by sexual intercourse. Are you hesitant to leave him because you've been intimate with him?" he queried, climbing over the seat imposingly.

"You don't know if I'm better unless you try."

Raegan's complexion blanched. "Don't touch me!"

Henley gazed at Raegan intensely, wanting to kiss her. His Lips brushed her hair as she dodged his cold kiss.