He had been in the car downstairs, staring at the light in her room, telling himself that Henley was just paying a brief visit and that he would leave shortly.

Mitchel knew he shouldn't act rashly, or Raegan would scorn him.

He consoled himself for an agonizing half-hour, each moment stretching on like an eternity.

But Henley's casual remark shattered his fragile calm.

In a flash, his heart splintered.

He still saw Raegan as his, off-limits to any other man.

The mere idea of her with someone else in the intimate moments...

Mitchel felt his sanity fray at the edges.

Swallowed by jealousy, he craved the truth.

Mitchel's grip tightened on Raegan's chin.

“Raegan, I will ask you one last time. Did you sleep with him?"

The pain brought tears to Raegan's eyes, her rage fueling a defiant resolve. She straightened her neck, her voice firm.

"That's not your concern."

"Is that so?"

Mitchel's scoff was a dark omen as he hoisted her up and flung her onto the bed.

"Since you won't confess, I'll find out myself."

A wave of dread washed over Raegan's features, a foreboding chill settling in.

After taking a shower, Raegan put on a conservative ankle-Length nightgown.

But since Mitchel threw her onto the bed unceremoniously, her nightgown was lifted up more than half, revealing her straight, long legs.

The soft might light shone on her delicate skin, making her look extra charming.