Raegan thought it must be the delivery of the painkillers she ordered, prompting her to rise and open the door.

But upon seeing Mitchel's face, disbelief struck her.

Was it really him?

She paused, then moved to close the door.

Mitchel wedged it open with a swift movement of his leg, his gaze icy and unblinking.

"What do you want, Mitchel Dixon?"

Raegan raised her voice.

"You're forcing your way in. I could call the police..."

Mitchel cut her off, stepping closer to cradle her face and plant a forceful kiss on her lips.

His kiss was demanding, and when Raegan did not reciprocate, he bit her tongue in frustration.

Raegan winced and let out a pained sound, but Mitchel persisted, his lips pressing more insistently than before.

When he finally released her, Raegan gasped for air.

“What is wrong with you, Mitchel?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

"You can't just kiss someone without consent. That's harassment, do you understand?"

But Mitchel, with a sneer, began to unbutton his shirt, dismissively replying, “I'll consider your words after I've taken care of my business."

Mitchel threw Raegan onto the sofa forcefully. Since Raegan was still suffering from abdominal pain, her voice was weak when she asked, "Mitchel, what the hell do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Mitchel asked back.

His face was cold, and he looked at her fiercely. At this moment, most of his shirt was open, revealing his strong abdominal muscles.

His long and slender fingers were still unbuttoning the rest.

What he wanted to do was self-evident.