Chapter 1009

Chapter 1009:

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“I have to go back now, Mr. Dixon. Given the Clifford family's stance, I advise you not to take any chances,” Raegan said seriously.

Mitchel seemed to ignore his warning. Slowly, he reached out and caressed her face tenderly. "No, Raegan, you're lying to me..."

When Raegan met his deep, soulful eyes, she forcefully suppressed her feelings, sealing her heart. If he delayed any longer, the risk for both of them would increase.

He feigned impatience. «Mitchel, why would I lie to you? As you can see, I'm getting married..."

"You're not being honest." Unexpectedly, Mitchel lifted her chin firmly and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.

“Hmm… Mitchel…” Her protest was muffled when he grabbed her jaw, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss without reservation.

Instinctively, Raegan raised her hands to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists.

His struggle looked like it was going to break his hold, but he stopped when he felt wetness. He remembered his injury. The moisture probably came from the blood-soaked bandages. Upon realizing this, his heart softened, not wanting to worsen his injury.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mitchel hugged her tighter, his kisses intense, forcefully separating her lips and intertwining with his tongue in a dominant manner.

Overwhelmed by his strength, Raegan felt powerless to resist. I was boiling inside. How dare he kiss her so brazenly, especially since she was going to be another man's girlfriend. Even if it was a farce, he didn't know it!

Raegan's attempts to resist were weak, like a kitten's scratches, barely making a dent. Her physical weakness forced her to stop fighting.

However, her acquiescence seemed to embolden Mitchel, who kissed her even more passionately, as if making up for lost time.

“Hmm… Raegan groaned in discomfort.”

His pained moan, more persuasive than any resistance, ended up forcing Mitchel to release his lips to catch his breath. He continued to hold her, reluctant to let go, but his caresses became gentle, careful not to harm the unborn.

When she regained her breath and some strength, Raegan tried to push him away, but Mitchel's hand grabbed her and squeezed her tenderly.

Mitchel's eyes, still burning with intensity, now had a cold sharpness. «With my children, who do you plan to marry?»

Raegan's mind regained clarity at the mention of the children. It was true. She had to protect her children and prevent Mitchel from further harm.

He took a sharp breath and declared coldly: “The children are mine and we have no marital ties. "I am free to marry whoever I want."

His distant tone hit Mitchel hard. Moments before he had tasted her sweetness, but now she had completely distanced herself. He spoke in a low and chilling tone. "I don't allow it."

Raegan scoffed. "I don't need your permission, Mr. Dixon. "My marriage is real, not fake."

His words alluded to Mitchel's staged wedding to Katie, his tone tinged with bitterness.

Mitchel's gaze intensified. «That wedding was fake... Isn't it...?»

"Mr. Dixon!" Raegan interrupted him sharply. «I don't need you to love me under the pretext that it is for my good. I don't want that kind of love. Do you understand? »

Mitchel's face turned ashen.

But Raegan continued relentlessly, her words sharp and almost merciless: “So when you made that decision, we were already done.”

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