The slap left a visible red mark on Mitchel's face, and his lips started to bleed a Little.

It was unusual for someone of Mitchel's standing to be slapped. But he just shrugged it off, wiping the blood from his lip with a calm smile. "Feel like slapping me again to feel better?"

He nonchalantly started to button his shirt, leaving it half open, and offered Raegan the other side of his face. "Go ahead. Hit me."

His shamelessness left Raegan somewhat helpless, unwilling to strike as he suggested.

When she hesitated, his smile grew warmer as he took her hand.

“Can't bring yourself to do it?"

“You're sick! You think too highly of yourself!"

"You still remember my distaste for milk and my favorite clothing brand. You remember all my likes and dislikes." Mitchel looked into Raegan's eyes, his voice deep and a bit rough. "Raegan, can you really say you feel nothing for me?"

Mitchel found a glimmer of hope flickering within him as he noticed the subconscious expressions on Raegan's face.

Without a second thought, he pulled her into his embrace. "“Raegan, these past five years without you have been a torment for me, every single minute and second. I deeply regret losing you..."

The tight embrace shielded Raegan from seeing Mitchel's expression.

Yet, his words conveyed a sense of profound remorse and humility.

Once upon a time, it was Raegan who embodied such humility. Now, their roles seemed reversed. Despite the change, Raegan couldn't shake off her sadness. It became apparent that in moments of true desperation, mere words held no sway. She felt her detachment. It mirrored the indifference Mitchel had once shown her.

Tears brimmed in Mitchel's eyes as he pleaded softly, “Raegan, please grant me one last chance. I'll make amends. Let's make a loving family for our daughter, please?"

Raegan offered no resistance, her expression void of any emotion. She appeared as cold and unyielding as a marble statue, devoid of warmth.

Feeling the chill, Mitchel drew her closer, hoping to share his warmth with her. Little did he know, the coldness he felt wasn't just in her body but in her heart. A heart that would never feel warmth again after being treated so coldly.

“Raegan, I promise I won't let you down again," Mitchel murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A lump formed in Raegan's throat. In an effort to quell her emotions, she dug her fingernails into her palm.

Raegan scoffed. A promise? She couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

Hadn't he promised before that she would always be his top priority?