His eyes narrowed. He grabbed her wrist and swung it violently.

Raegan's grip on the fruit knife loosened.

The knife fell to the floor with a bang.

And before Raegan knew it, she was already dragged hard by him. Her upper body fell on the bed and pressed on his legs.

Mitchel frowned and hissed in pain. He said with difficulty, "You want to hurt me..."

He pressed Raegan's back tightly, burying her face against the white quilt.

She didn't answer his question, but her shoulders shook violently.

Mitchel looked at her and said in a low and hoarse voice, "You hate me so much. What about I give you my life..."

What he wanted to say was that he would give his life to her in exchange for her forgiveness. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

But he couldn't say it directly at this moment.

After all, she didn't even want to look at him.

Raegan felt like she was going crazy. Her head was about to explode.

She couldn't stand it anymore, so she thought there was no need to endure it anymore.

She raised her head, met his eyes, and said word by word, “You are already engaged, but you still let me stay here. What will others think of me?"

Mitchel was stunned. His grip on Raegan's back loosened slightly.

Raegan stared at him and said loudly, “Mitchel, I am not ungrateful.

I came to see you yesterday, but the bodyguards at the door didn't let me in.

I waited almost the entire day. But when your father came, he told me not to appear in front of you. He said I was annoying.

He asked me if I wanted to be your mistress. I wasn't given a chance to answer him yesterday. But now I will tell you. I will never be your mistress."

Raegan could no longer hold back her tears.