“Raegan."

Henley appeared out of nowhere, holding a bouquet of roses. There were at least ninety-nine roses.

The tension in the air surrounding them increased instantly.

Though Raegan couldn't understand why Henley was standing there with flowers in his hand, it was a welcome excuse to get away from Mitchel. Therefore, she walked toward Henley without hesitation.

However, Mitchel suddenly grabbed her hand firmly, a frown etched on his face.

He remained silent, but his firm grip on her wrist and the complicated expression spoke volumes.

Raegan broke his hand little by little, just like he once did, and asserted, "Mr. Dixon, since we are divorced, we are strangers. Please stop doing this."

Two steps away, Henley unexpectedly grabbed her hand.

Raegan stiffened and instinctively attempted to pull away.

However, Henley held her hand tightly, his fingers intertwining with hers.

Leaning in, he whispered, “Don't you want to get rid of him? Let me help you."

Raegan's heart raced. A cold, intense gaze bore into her from behind, a sensation akin to flesh being sliced. The look pierced her heart, causing a subtle tremor throughout her body.

Henley took Raegan's hand, ignoring the intense glare from Mitchel.

With a subtle nod at Mitchel, Henley led her away.

Raegan couldn't recollect how she made it home. Her mind was a blank canvas.

Henley handed her the bouquet of roses and said, "Get some rest.

Call me if you need anything."

Raegan barely registered Henley's words. She just nodded as he turned around and left.

She didn't even know when she took the flowers from Henley.

She hadn't been physically close to anyone other than Mitchel for ages.