Raegan never went against him. Whatever he told her to do, she did.

Her occasional subtle resistance only made him more eager to conquer her.

At the imagination of her being with another man, Mitchel was pissed.

He badly wanted to punish her just to drive home his point.

The look he was giving her now was like that of a predator waiting to pounce on its prey, making Raegan uneasy.

Out of the blue, Mitchel's phone rang.

Raegan couldn't be happier. She silently thanked the caller. When Mitchel remained still, she reminded him, “Aren't you going to take that? It might be Lauren calling."

She only mentioned Lauren just to distract him and remind him that he shouldn't be touching someone he didn't love now.

Although she knew he didn't love her clearly, Raegan still felt a little sad.

Mitchel pressed her chin harder and asked in a low voice, "You want me to go meet Lauren instead?"

What else could a woman mean if she was pushing her husband to another woman?

This idea drove Mitchel nuts.

His eyes fell on Raegan's delicate neck. In the blink of an eye, he picked her up and threw her on the soft king-sized bed.

Raegan fearfully asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do to a woman on the bed?" Mitchel chuckled, his eyes emotionless.

He kept looking at her as he threw his jacket on the floor.

Seeing this, Raegan's heart skipped a beat.

She shifted back warily and stammered, "Don't... Don't do this. I'm still injured."

It had skipped her mind how aggressive he could be. Mitchel wasn't a man to be challenged by anyone.

Raegan gnashed her teeth in regret. She wished she hadn't provoked him. Now that she was injured, she couldn't possibly fight him off and flee.