"Keep calling me this way."

Raegan's humiliation deepened, feeling reduced to a prostitute.

"If you don't do as I say, it'll take me longer to finish," he said indifferently.

With great reluctance, Raegan repeated, "Honey... Honey..."

Finally, Mitchel released a sigh, drawing her up into his arms and kissing her forehead.

The ordeal, though shorter than usual, lasted nearly two hours.

Exhausted, Raegan lay motionless.

Eventually, Mitchel escorted her to the bathroom. She wanted to refuse but didn't dare provoke him further.

Fortunately, he seemed to recognize her fatigue and simply shared a shower with her.

Then, utterly spent, Raegan fell asleep in Mitchel's embrace.

Gazing at Raegan's serene, sleeping face, Mitchel's demeanor softened, and he whispered, “If you're honest with me, I can accept it."

In the past, he wouldn't have taken it seriously, merely seeing it as a joke.

But now, things were unclear, and he knew that if compromise was necessary, he would be the first to attempt it.

He just wanted Raegan to be by his side, willingly.

If that was what it took, he was willing to give it a try.

Not hearing his words, Raegan, deep in slumber, instinctively snuggled closer to his warmth.

Mitchel's expression shifted, his grip loosening slightly to hold her more gently, ensuring her comfort.

That night, Mitchel slept peacefully.

Raegan, however, was tormented by a nightmare. In it, Mitchel was merciless, forcing her to terminate her pregnancy.

This fear haunted her until the early hours of the morning.