Without hesitation, Raegan wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, kissing him passionately.

Mitchel's lips were as cold as ever, showing no warmth. Mimicking his earlier actions, Raegan tried to coax his lips apart with her tongue.

When he didn't relent, she resorted to biting his Lips.

Mitchel seemed to only snap back when the taste of blood mingled between them, and he pushed her away forcefully.

A trace of blood on Mitchel's lips seemed to add to his allure and soften his aura.

Raegan faced him boldly, unflinching. “Thirty seconds. You let me kiss you for thirty seconds without pushing me away. Are you really daring to say that you don't have any feelings for me? That you despise me?"

For someone truly loathed, even three seconds would be unbearable, let alone thirty seconds.

Mitchel compressed his Lips and remained silent.

Raegan clenched her fists, her face set with determination. "I don't know what difficulties you've faced, but it's unfair to push me away without a word. Why do you assume I depend on your shelter? We've faced challenges that most people will never encounter. Our resilience should surpass anyone's. Don't make decisions for me. I'm capable of handling anything."

Ignoring his cold, detached look, Raegan reached out and took his hand firmly. "Mitchel, we've already faced life-and-death situations together. What challenge can't we conquer next?"

Mitchel's usually stoic face briefly showed a trace of emotion at her words, but it quickly turned into a mocking and icy look. His intense gaze sharpened. "Miss Foster, you hail from a wealthy family. Can't you grasp the damage to your reputation after uttering those words?"

These words cut deep. Those who knew Raegan would attest that despite her outwardly lighthearted demeanor, she greatly valued her reputation. She adhered to strict moral codes and was sensitive.

If not for Mitchel, Raegan might have stormed out long ago. However, the memory of him boldly driving a car filled with explosives for her sake held her back. Raegan couldn't bring herself to leave since Mitchel had gone great lengths to save her.

Her fists clenched as she stated firmly, "Let me be clear. I came here ready to face your harsh words. You might fool others, but not me."

"Interesting..." Mitchel chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of arrogance and detachment. "I simply don't love you anymore. Why persist in asking for a reason?"

His tone was calm and controlled, as though he could easily see through her. “What kind of falsehood do you want me to concoct? Why not just tell me?"

Raegan's hand trembled slightly, unnoticed. "Mitchel, can't you just tell me the truth?"

Raegan was trying to convince herself that her persistence had merit.

"I have already given you the truth." His response was measured, crushing Raegan's hopes. "But you only accept the words that fit your beliefs. Continue to deceive yourself if you must."

Mitchel picked up his jacket from the edge of the sofa and began to put it on. As he was about to leave, he paused and turned to Look at her. "Besides, self-deception is a sort of illness. I recommend you consult a competent psychologist."