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Raegan's heart raced when she heard Mitchel's words.
Mitchel's phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.
Mitchel entered, his bare feet silent.His long legs were strong, his upper body sculpted with defined muscles.He stooped to
retrieve the phone, offering it to Raegan.
"Try 822822," he suggested.
Raegan was taken aback.
August 22nd.It was the date they first received their marriage certificate.
She stood frozen, the phone burning in her hand, especially with the text glaring from the screen.
Mitchel read her message aloud.
"Mr.Hector Dixon, I'm trapped by Mitchel.Can you help me out? Sent by Raegan Hayes." Mitchel's voice was icy.
"Seeking help from my uncle?"
His exterior was calm, but inside, turmoil raged.
Sure enough, Raegan still wanted to run away.
This irked Mitchel increasingly.
Mitchel's eyes narrowed.
He grasped her chin and pressed her against the wall, his tone fierce.
"Do you enjoy flirting with the men around me? How do you plan to repay Hector if he helps you out?" Raegan paled, her
restraint gone.
"You can't imprison me like this.Though we're a couple, you have no right to confine me."
"Is that your argument, Raegan? That! can't do that?"
Holding her close, his composure slipped.
"Then, shouldn't weabout it!"
The pain of the loss of her first child was too much to bear again.
She was afraid of losing her child again because of those crazy women around Mitchel.
With resolve, she declared, "I will never have a child with you."
She couldn't bring herself to the possibility of losing her child again.
This was her baby! But Mitchel replied sternly, "That's not for you to decide."
His expression dark, he took a tie from the dresser and restrained her hands to the towel rack.
Confused and fearful, Raegan asked in a trembling voice, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"
Mitchel, holding her head gently, offered a faint smile.
"Practicing how to make a baby."
"Hmm..."
Before she could protest, Mitchel silenced her with a kiss, his approach dominating yet tender.
Humiliated and angry, Raegan felt herself nearing a breaking point.
After finishing his business, Mitchel didn't even untie her.
Instead, he just let her hanging on the towel rack helplessly.
It was only when the maid arrived that Raegan was freed.
Crumbled on the bathroom floor, knees to her chest, Raegan trembled uncontrollably.
The maid, sympathetic yet helpless, tried to console Raegan, "I can see Mr.Dixon and you are deeply in love with each other.Yet,
In love with each other? Raegan could only shake her head in sorrow.
If this was Mitchel's version of love, she wanted no part of it.
The maid continued, “Actually, Mr.Dixon truly cares for you.I've seen him alone in your room, clutching the pillow you used to
sleep on.He constantly buys new clothes for you, and the food stocked here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when
you're away..."
Raegan felt numb to the maid's words.
Terms like love and care seemed unfit to describe her bond with Mitchel.
In her eyes, Mitchel viewed her as nothing more than an object.He never imagined that one day she would defy his
commands.His ego bruised when he sensed losing control.
That was why he became fixated on regaining it.His obsession filled Raegan with dread.
Her fear overshadowed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to run away from Mitchel.
The idea of fleeing consumed Raegan's thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to break free from Mitchel's side.
Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrod's wedding.
On the phone, Jamie's voice was tender with affection.
"Jarrod, I feel like I am the happiest woman in this world.Let's have two children in the future!"
Jarrod'’s expression turned somber.
Jamie's words echoed his past promises to Nicole.
Jarrod hesitated, his silence lingering until Jamie prompted him.
“Jarrod, are you there?"
Regaining composure, Jarrod replied evasively, "It's late, Jamie.Get some rest."
He skillfully dodged the subject.After a sweet goodbye, Jamie quickly made another call, her voice now stern.
"Keep an eye on Jarrod tonight.Report anything unusual."
After the call, Jarrod stood before a large French window, smoking.He was still hanging on those words, "Let's have two
children..."
Moments later, he extinguished the cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.
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