For a moment, Mitchel stared at her with narrowed eyes. And the next second, he stooped to pick her up.

Surprised, Raegan's heat skipped a beat. She clung to his shirt and protested, "Mitchel!"

“Didn't you just ask what I want to do?" He leaned over and, with his lips brushing against her ear, whispered, "Do you know now?"

In an instant, Mitchel bent over and placed Raegan in the back seat.

Before the door could click shut, he leaned in, pinched her chin, and planted a passionate kiss on her tender Lips.

Raegan's fingers clutched his shirt, and one button broke, but Mitchel didn't seem to mind it. Raegan tried to voice her anger, but he silenced her by capturing the tip of her tongue in a passionate kiss, making Raegan shiver uncontrollably.

When Mitchel finally released her, Raegan was left fuming. She raised her hand to hit him, but he effortlessly held her hand, his gaze penetrating hers.

"Like I said, only my wife could hit me. Do you want to come back to my side and be my wife?"

Hearing his words, Raegan didn't want to hit him anymore.

Mitchel knew her weaknesses and got a hang of dealing with her.

Anger welled up, but so did a sense of helplessness. Raegan despised the involvement with him.

In the past, Mitchel's presence served as her light.

She had clung to him just like someone holding a light in the dark.

However, that light hurt her mercilessly.

Seemingly a stress response, she couldn't help resisting his advances since it would give birth to expectations in her.

Fear gnawed at her whenever she thought about the suffering expectations would likely bring.

No one knew what she was avoiding, let alone her fears.

Desperation edged into her voice as she pleaded, "Mitchel, what can I do to stop you from pestering me? Do you just want to sleep with me? Will you let go of me after we have had sex?"

Mitchel's response was cold, his eyes devoid of warmth.

“What do you mean?"