She knew that fighting for the divorce wouldn't go smoothly. The process was likely to be a long haul, so she had already prepared for it.

Mitchel looked at Raegan expressionlessly. His eyes turned red, and he sneered, “Do you really think you can threaten me?"

Raegan didn't answer it. Instead, she said coldly, “You can leave now.

I'm tired, and I want to sleep."

She looked at Mitchel as if he was a stranger. And the way she treated him hurt Mitchel deeply.

Mitchel knew Raegan was determined to get a divorce. Yet, the thought of seeing her run into another man's arms drove him nuts, let alone letting it come true.

There was no way he would agree to it.

Raegan wanted to sleep to recuperate before she came up with another solution for the divorce.

But Mitchel suddenly leaned over and pulled her in front of him.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

Raegan didn't struggle. She acted like an inanimate object, allowing Mitchel to do whatever he wanted.

Mitchel's tongue moved, trying to pry Raegan's mouth open. But she was like a hard and cold statue. He looked at her, and he froze when he saw her emotionless face.

He let go of her. It was only then that Raegan said indifferently, "Mr. Dixon, it seems you are still obsessed with my body. As long as you agree to divorce, I can cooperate with you for once. You can take it as a divorce gift."

Mitchel felt humiliated. He didn't expect that Raegan would regard what he had done as a bargaining chip for divorce.

His handsome face tensed, and his patience seemed to run out.

“"Raegan..."

He tried hard to suppress his anger and asked word by word, “What can I do for you to forgive me?"

Raegan didn't want to mention the divorce anymore, so she just said lazily, "You know exactly what I want."

Mitchel said firmly, "I can do anything for you except the divorce."

"Then, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life," Raegan replied resolutely. If he could disappear from her world, she might gradually forget about him.