GoodReadAre You Defending Him Indeed, Raegan had intentionally diverted her focus, striving to put the issue out of her mind.
Yet, the day following Lauren's birthday party, the media was flooded with news about Mitchel and Lauren.
Several guests at the party had informed reporters that Mitchel and Lauren were deeply in love, and whispers about their
upcoming wedding were verified by a source close to them.
Given that this information had gone public on social media platforms, it was evident that Mitchel had given his silent approval.
With his influence, quashing such rumors would have been effortless for him.
Consequently, the subject Raegan had fought so hard to ignore resurfaced, making denial futile.
Raegan felt a pang of sadness but concealed it skillfully.
Dropping her gaze, she nibbled on her straw.
"Henley, I apologize, but discussing this isn't something I can do right now." Henley responded with a kind smile, "That's alright,
Raegan.
My primary concern is your happiness." However, Raegan said earnestly, "Henley, | believe it’s best if we maintain some
distance going forward." Caught off guard, Henley nearly fumbled his coffee cup.
Collecting himself, he asked softly, "Did he intimidate you again?" Raegan simply shook her head.
"No, it's just that helping me always seems to hurt you, and I can't bear that guilt.
We should stop meeting each other.” Raegan's reasoning was straightforward.
She no longer wanted to inflict pain on those who showed her kindness.
Henley sensed her intentions clearly from her earnest expression.
Yet, the more she pushed him away, the more he yearned to be near her.
Unfazed, he told her, "I’m not afraid of whatever he might do, Raegan.” Still, Raegan was unyielding.
"I appreciate that, Henley, but my mind is made up..
I can’t bring myself to harm you further.” Observing Raegan's unwavering determination, Henley's expression turned somewhat
gloomy.
He ceased bothering Raegan but locked eyes with her, saying, "If that's what you truly want, Raegan, I'll honor your wishes."
"Thank you for understanding, Henley.
I hope life treats you well," Raegan responded sincerely.
"As a final gesture, may I at least treat you to dessert?” Henley offered.
This hospital featured a buffet bar, so Henley instructed Raegan to remain seated while he went to fetch the dessert.
Turning around, Henley's gaze shifted to one of cool detachment.
Silently, he headed to the dessert counter to place his order.
Once he had his treat in hand, he returned by a different path.
When he encountered Mitchel, he was entirely unfazed.
He greeted Mitchel in a tone tinged with sarcasm, "Ah, Mr.
Dixon, you've come for some coffee as well?” The irony was not lost on either man, considering the woman Mitchel was married
to awaited Henley in the dining room.
Mitchel stood upright, his legs appearing even more slender encased in his tailored pants, and responded, "I warned you to keep
your distance from my wife.
Did you forget?" Henley grinned, replying, "Oh, your warning? Yes, I remember it quite well." Mitchel fixed him with an icy stare.
The mere thought of Henley and Raegan whispering sweet nothings to each other filled him with a violent rage he had to
suppress for Raegan's sake.
Mitchel said in a frigid tone, "If you remember, then why are you still here?" "Mr.
Dixon, I choose to stay, because...” Henley hesitated deliberately, his intentions evident in his expression.
"Raegan is a good girl and I like her very much." Mitchel's eyes narrowed at this, his tongue pressing against the back of his
teeth.
"You like her very much? How dare you!" Unfazed, Henley got right to the point.
"The sad truth is, you've lost Raegan's affection for good.
You can't even win her heart.” Mitchel felt his head spin and struggled to maintain his composure.
So Raegan had been sharing their marital issues to Henley? His fists clenched in preparation for pummeling Henley, but he
caught himself just in time.
He knew Henley was baiting him.
Mitchel tilted his head upward and sneered, "No matter what you think, she’s still my wife." Observing the rage flash across
Mitchel's face, Henley decided to pour more gasoline on the fire.
“Mr.
Dixon, wouldn'tit be thrilling to make this a true competition?" Bang! Mitchel's fist came flying, colliding with Henley's face.
Henley's nose started to bleed.
Mitchel was now a live wire, eyes ablaze.
He raised his foot, preparing for the next strike.
"Enough!" Raegan appeared, stepping between them.
"What's gotten into you, Mitchel?” Noticing her defensive stance over Henley, Mitchel’s eyes squinted, his heart wrenching.
He scoffed.
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I've arrived at an inconvenient moment, haven't I?" "What nonsense are you talking about?” Raegan shot back, a bitter taste
forming in her heart.
Mitchel's face twisted in anger as he saw her come to another man's defense.
His words turned caustic.
"If you dare to cheat on me, why couldn't! talk about it, huh? " A paleness washed over Raegan's face, and it felt as if a weight
was compressing her chest, suffocating her.
A mixture of exhaustion, numbness, = and disillusionment whirled in her head, plunging her into a deeper state of despair.
Hadn't she already given up hope on her relationship with Mitchel? What could be more disheartening? Clearly, nothing.
Turning her attention to Henley, she offered, "Henley, let's get you to a doctor.” "You dare to leave with him? Stay!” Mitchel's fury
boiled over.
He tried to grab Raegan but was thwarted by Henley.
Blood smeared on his face, Henley confronted Mitchel, "Mr.
Dixon, planning to strike a woman now?" Glasses knocked off, Henley’s usually calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce
gaze.
His slender yet powerful arm acted as a barrier between Mitchel and Raegan.
He was unquestionably provoking Mitchel.
Silent, Mitchel's fist flew, landing squarely on Henley and sending him tumbling to the ground.
But one punch wasn't enough to quell Mitchel's fury.
Veins pulsed visibly on the back of his clenched hand as he lunged to strike Henley again.
"Stop it, Mitchel!" Raegan cried out, rushing forward to shield Henley.
Seeing that the fist was about to hit her, Raegan clenched her eyes shut.
Yet, the anticipated blow never landed.
When she opened her eyes, Mitchel’s fist hovered mere inches from her face, halted by his own willpower.
Mitchel's demeanor turned icy.
How could he have the heart to raise a hand against Raegan? His gaze remained locked onto Raegan's face as he yelled with
frustration, “Are you taking his side?"
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