Chapter: 1343
“What I want is very simple!" With brightness in her eyes and a sweet smile, Raegan said, “Divorce.”
In an instant, the images suddenly overlapped.
Mitchel swallowed hard as past memories flashed through his mind.
Just like those days five years past, Mitchel and Raegan's dynamic mirrored that last rendezvous. One yearned for a divorce while the other clung to the marriage.
At that precise moment, a waiter strolled past, balancing a tray of dishes in hand.
Mitchel swiftly extended his arm, fearing the waiter might accidentally collide with Raegan.
But Raegan, on pure instinct, evaded his grasp, stepping back abruptly. Her slender waist met the table's corner, drawing a furrowed brow and a muffled groan from her.
Mitchel's breath hitched, his hand suspended in the air. Withdrawing his hand, he concealed the ache in his heart and inquired, "Is your aversion for me that intense?"
Her disdain for him ran so deep that she'd rather hurt herself than let him touch her.
Mitchel's attractive eyes reddened slightly, his wounded expression holding a strangely captivating allure.
Raegan lifted her eyes, a sharp edge in her words. “Certainly, Mr. Dixon! My loathing against you surpasses your wildest imagination."
Coupled with the disdain in her gaze, Raegan's words were like an unforgiving sword mercilessly piercing Mitchel.
Emotions be damned. Raegan disregarded his feelings and spoke up.
"Since you have nothing of substance to contribute, kindly step aside.
I want to go.”
Mitchel's gaze darkened as he stood his ground, a formidable mountain barring her path.
“Mr. Dixon?" Raegan exclaimed annoyingly.
"Why?" Mitchel's voice carried an enduring chill.
“What?” Raegan inquired.
“Why harbor such an intense hatred toward me?" Mitchel's countenance turned icy as he meticulously recollected. Since Raegan's return, their encounters had been fleeting, happening only two or three times.