She'd already told Henley to stay away from her, not wanting any harm to come to him again. Yet, he'd unduly suffered again because of her.

How could she just stand idle and see Mitchel continue to harm Henley?

Mitchel's gaze turned icy as he sneered, "Am I the bully, or is he just weak?"

He didn't understand why Raegan defended a man who couldn't even take a hit. Was she blind?

“Come on, Henley."

Kneeling down, Raegan helped Henley to his feet. She had no desire to engage with Mitchel.

She was all too familiar with his irrational logic. Reasoning was futile.

"Stay!" Mitchel seized her forcefully.

“Raegan, don't you see your own audacity? I'm standing right here, and you're leaving with another guy?"

Mitchel's face was indescribable. Watching them laugh and protect each other earlier, he wanted nothing more than to chain her down and keep her by his side.

Pulling her closer, his voice tinged with loathing.

“What? You can't exist without a man by your side?"

His derisive words stabbed Raegan like needles.

She tried to speak but found herself choking on air.

He had an uncanny ability to wound her deeply.

Fuming with anger, Raegan struggled to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

Her eyes red, she glared at Mitchel.

"Let go of me!"

At that moment, jealousy clouded Mitchel's judgment, making it impossible for him to gauge the impact of his words.

“Let you go? So that you can chase after another man? Not a chance!"