Raegan possessed no recollection of him due to the car incident.

Hence, Mitchel couldn't fathom the depth of her loathing. For a moment, a peculiar notion crept in. He wondered if Raegan feigned amnesia to evade him.

Raegan perceived Mitchel's thought process as a deviation from the norm. She articulated, "I detest being coerced against my will. And it's not just because of that. My disdain for you began from the very first moment we crossed paths."

Raegan assumed her memory loss played a role. Moreover, her repulsion and instinctive resistance toward Mitchel remained steadfast.

Erick had provided scant details regarding events preceding her amnesia. Raegan held a vague awareness of the turbulent life she once led, with much suffering inflicted by Mitchel.

Mitchel's gaze held a profound, suppressed sorrow, and the veins on his hand bulged as he clenched his fist. In a measured tone, he declared, "I am your husband."

His implication rested on the premise that he possessed the right to draw near her. She was his wife, and in his eyes, his actions didn't constitute coercion.

“Mr. Dixon, are you not aware that I've lost my memory about you?"

Raegan inquired.

Raegan gestured toward the bustling servers, adding, "To me, you're no different from the strangers passing by."

At those words, Mitchel pressed his lips tightly. Abruptly, he reached out, gripping her wrist and forcefully guiding her aside.

"You!" Raegan didn't have time to resist and found herself ushered into a chamber.

With a bang, the door slammed shut with force, the echo of the lock reverberating through the room.

Mitchel pressed Raegan against the wall, his touch unyielding. His hand enveloped her waist while the other was propped near her ear.

In an instant, the confined space was awash with the inviting fragrance of Mitchel's cologne, permeating every breath Raegan took.

Their closeness was evident, causing a sensation of suffocation to engulf Raegan.

Raegan abruptly snapped back to reality, her breath quickening. She exerted herself to push him away, demanding, "Mitchel! What are you up to now?"

Mitchel possessed exceptional strength. His hold on her waist remained unyielding, impervious to her most ardent efforts.

That left Raegan feeling trapped, unable to free herself from his control. In a fit of anger and frustration, she glared at him. “Let me go!" Raegan yelled, her voice edged with frustration.

Mitchel dipped his head, his gaze carrying a dangerous intensity. “Am I nothing more than a stranger to you?" he inquired.