He scoffed. "Is that your argument, Raegan? That I can't do that?"

Holding her close, his composure slipped. "Then, shouldn't we consider starting a family after being married for so long?"

Raegan was speechless, shocked by his words.

Memories of their lost child haunted her, a painful thorn in her heart, continually reviving past anguish.

Raegan's voice was heavy with bitterness. "Don't even dream about it!"

The pain of the loss of her first child was too much to bear again.

She was afraid of losing her child again because of those crazy women around Mitchel.

With resolve, she declared, "I will never have a child with you."

She couldn't bring herself to the possibility of losing her child again. This was her baby!

But Mitchel replied sternly, "That's not for you to decide."

His expression dark, he took a tie from the dresser and restrained her hands to the towel rack.

Confused and fearful, Raegan asked in a trembling voice, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"

Mitchel, holding her head gently, offered a faint smile. "Practicing how to make a baby.”

"Hmm..." Before she could protest, Mitchel silenced her with a kiss, his approach dominating yet tender.

Humiliated and angry, Raegan felt herself nearing a breaking point.

After finishing his business, Mitchel didn't even untie her. Instead, he just let her hanging on the towel rack helplessly.

It was only when the maid arrived that Raegan was freed.

Crumbled on the bathroom floor, knees to her chest, Raegan trembled uncontroLlably.

The maid, sympathetic yet helpless, tried to console Raegan, “I can see Mr. Dixon and you are deeply in love with each other. Yet, you two seemed to argue a lot. Perhaps talking it through will help. Why must you hurt each other so?"

In love with each other? Raegan could only shake her head in sorrow.