Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123:

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At the flip of a switch, the wheelchair began to move away from Raegan.

Raegan remained rooted to the spot, grappling with her thoughts for an eternity, but unable to understand why she couldn't deny that it was anything but pity.

Even though she knew deep down that her feelings were not rooted in pity, words were escaping her. Admitting her love for him was like opening a floodgate of unbearable pain.

The affection she felt for him was like a throwback to the times when she doubted herself. Her psychological barriers seemed to have resurfaced, imprinting her in a familiar sense of confinement.

Raegan sank to the ground, hugging herself as tremors shook her body, seemingly beyond her control.

Steeling herself, she called Swynborough's psychologist.

"Mae, I'm so scared. It feels like I'm stuck in the same vicious cycle again."

Understanding the full extent of Raegan's turmoil, the psychologist responded with gentle reassurance: "But do you remember the loving gestures he's shown you?"

As Mae recounted those tender moments, Raegan's mind flooded with fond memories they had shared.

Mae's voice held its soothing lilt, enveloping Raegan in a sense of calm. As Mae recounted those fond memories, they seemed to take on a mystical allure, casting a spell of comfort over Raegan's troubled heart.

Raegan's heart swelled as she realized the multitude of sweet, heartwarming moments she and Mitchel had shared. Mae was right.

Despite the trials they had faced, how could they dismiss the depth of their connection based on mere misunderstandings?

Mae added, “From what you’ve described, it sounds like Mr. Dixon hasn’t given up hope either. However, he is concerned about your future happiness and wants to be assured that your feelings are genuine. If you've come to understand your emotions, be firm in expressing to him that your love for him is sincere, not rooted in pity, and offer him the reassurance he seeks. Raegan, do you remember what I mentioned earlier? Love has the power to heal all wounds. You will both find comfort and growth through it.”

Mae's calm, soft voice gave Raegan the strength to persevere.

With new determination, Raegan replied, “I understand. Thanks, Mae.”

As Raegan hung up the phone, memories of their shared moments flooded through her mind: the quiet mornings, the serene evenings, and the warmth of their embraces. How precious and beautiful they really were!

In those dangerous moments, Mitchel's firm presence had always served as a protective shield, enduring numerous wounds for him.

The scars etched on his body were a powerful testament to his enduring love. His actions volume spoke of his love, so why did she still harbor doubts?

Finally, dawn clarity dawned on Raegan's heart. It wasn't pity, not in the slightest. She wanted to be with him because she loved him!

Those sleepless nights and endless nightmares had been communicating with her all along. She couldn't bear to lose Mitchel. The agony of his loss was unbearable. She cherished him, longed for her family to remain together, to never be separated again.

Raegan waited for Mitchel in his office, eager to express the feelings that were weighing on her heart. But when night fell, he remained absent, without returning.

Raegan wrapped herself around the chair he'd occupied, noticing the dark blanket nearby, probably the one he used to warm his legs.

She wrapped herself in it, wrapped in its distinctive, mesmerizing fragrance.

Wrapped in that seductive scent, Raegan fell into a gentle sleep.

After the meeting, Mitchell refrained from returning to his office. However, he asked his secretary: "Is there anyone still in my office?"

Assuming Raegan had left with Mitchel and not seeing anyone enter her office since, the secretary agreed, "Your office is free."

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