His gaze bore into her, hoping to hear her deny it. He wanted her to say she came because she was worried about him and to explain her late arrival.

Mitchel's penetrating stare was especially stifling to Raegan.

She replied casually, “If that's what you want to believe."

A heavy silence settled over the room.

After a prolonged pause, a bitter sneer escaped Mitchel's lips.

“If you are so keen on compensating me, why not factor in my life? I want to know how much it's worth in your eyes.”

Raegan looked into Mitchel's deep-set eyes. She clenched her fists tightly and said in a voice that was almost pleading, "Mitchel, do you really have to make things difficult for me? You know I don't have that much money."

Between them, it was obviously easier for Mitchel to distance himself from her.

So, Raegan didn't understand why he had to do this to her.

Mitchel was angered by Raegan's words. He was almost out of breath, and his wound seemed to be stimulated. He was in pain.

He gritted his teeth and said coldly, “If you don't have that much money, why don't you sell yourself to me to pay off your debts?"

The overflowing anger in his heart made him say such harsh words.

He thought they could get closer after everything that happened. But he didn't expect them to get farther and farther apart.

From beginning to end, she spared no effort to show that she didn't want to have anything to do with him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was injured, he would have sex with her now.

She was only obedient when they were having sex.

Mitchel's ruthless words destroyed Raegan's last line of defense.

But she did her best to hold back her tears. She gritted her teeth and snapped, "Mitchel, does looking down on me make you happy? Didn't you take a blade for me? I'll give it back to you, then."

After saying this, Raegan grabbed the fruit knife on the bedside table and was about to stab her chest crazily.

"Stop!" Mitchel shouted.