He'd angered her, so he had to win her back, however difficult.

He kissed her forehead, declaring, "It's on me. I'll settle it for you in two days."

Once he uncovered the culprit, that person would not go unpunished.

But Raegan was indifferent. Whatever the outcome, she just wanted to affirm the legitimacy of their baby.

Her baby deserved to come into this world with dignity.

She said, her voice tinged with apathy, "Once we resolve this, we should discuss divorce."

Mitchel was shocked. Moments earlier, they were locked in intimacy.

The next second, she was coldly talking about ending their marriage.

His fury reignited.

Clenching his teeth, he seethed.

"Do you not feel anything, Raegan?

Didn't you just sense my restraint, all for you? And now you want to leave?"

“Mr. Dixon, when did I ask for your service? You're imposing this on me. Are you not content?"

Raegan was now fully alert, impervious to his manipulative words.

With a squint of his magnetic eyes, Mitchel dipped his head and nipped at her neck as if dispelling his frustration. Yet, he did it gently, desiring closeness rather than harm.

He declared defiantly, “I won't divorce you, and I don't want to hear you utter that word again!"

Raegan shoved him back, declaring flatly, “If that's the case, there's nothing left to discuss. I'll clarify things with your grandpa tomorrow."

“Have you lost your mind?" Mitchel's voice seethed with anger, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"I won't irritate him. I'll just let him know I want a divorce.

That's it, nothing complicated."