Raegan remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together.

Mitchel's fists clenched, visibly trying to control his emotions.

Henley's last words to him echoed in his mind. "If I die, please look after Raegan and the baby in her belly.”

The baby? Raegan was pregnant with Henley's baby? Henley pleaded with him to look after his baby?

Mitchel's heart hardened as he looked at Raegan, who was feigning calmness.

He had given her a chance to speak up.

After a pause, Mitchel began to unbutton his shirt, his movements smooth and graceful.

Raegan, sitting in the bathtub, hugged her knees, her complexion turning pale.

She trembled slightly, asking, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"

With a cold smile, Mitchel replied, "What do you think?"

Raegan's expression shifted rapidly to disbelief.

"Mitchel, remember, we're not actually a couple. It is just an agreement..."

In a sudden move, Mitchel leaned in and bit her shoulder.

The sight of Raegan's trembling, the evident fear in her eyes, stirred something in Mitchel.

"Did I ever promise not to touch you during our agreement?"

Raegan was stunned. She had thought Mitchel and she shared an unspoken understanding about this.

Moreover, Mitchel's expression back then had made her feel that mentioning it would be mocked by him. He would surely laugh at her for being narcissistic.

At this moment, Mitchel fixed her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Then, with a sneer, he explained, "I remarried you so I can have sex with you without breaking the law."

He stepped into the bathtub, and water sloshed over the edge of the bathtub.