Chapter 241

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Henley gently brushed Raegan's tears away with her fingertips and said softly, “If I'd known it was you, I would have come for you sooner. You mean a lot to me. Do you know? »

In the depths of Henley's abysmal past, only Raegan had made him feel alive.

Raegan's tears did not stop. Henley's words were enigmatic and beyond his comprehension.

His thoughts wandered to the people outside. Thinking of them, he raised his voice and shouted as loud as he could: “Help! Relief…"

Henley quickly covered her mouth, muffling her screams. Then, he let out a chilling laugh.

«No one will hear you. And if by chance they do, they will not intervene.

In Raegan's heart, despair took root.

Henley had planned it meticulously. In other words, it was a trap for Raegan.

Henley pressed her index finger against Raegan's lips and whispered, "Be a good girl and give yourself to me. "I promise you I'll be better than Mitchel."

Although he hadn't had sex with women before, he had learned several techniques after realizing that Raegan was the one for him, he would take her feelings into account and he was sure she wouldn't do anything less than satisfactory.

But when Henley pressed her again, a panicked Raegan blurted out, "Henley, do you like me?"

With fire burning in his eyes, Henley resolutely replied, “I like you. "I love you all."

Raegan sensed his unwavering determination, but tried to reason with him.

"If you really like me, you should respect me, not force me."

Henley's eyes darkened and he murmured, "Ever since I was a child, the things I liked were always discarded by others. Since then, I understand one thing. "If you want something, you have to do whatever it takes to have it."

"It's not like that," Raegan countered.

«If you force me, I will hate you. Do you want that?

Henley paused and said quietly, "I don't want you to hate me."

Raegan took the opportunity and continued, "I don't like you. If you force me, I will hate you and wish you dead.

"Do you like Mitchel?" Henley asked out of nowhere. In a low, magnetic voice, he asked bitterly, "Is he better than me?"

Raegan closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm not interested in anyone."

“Little liar,” Henley sneered.

"Do you like it".

During their conversation, Raegan noticed a brief lapse in Henley's attention and decided to take advantage of this opportunity. With that, she raised her knee and hit him on the part where it hurt the most.

“Argh!” Henley winced and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.

Raegan took her chance. He pushed him and stepped hard on his wounds.

Henley's handsome face paled and his forehead broke out in cold sweat. He had stepped on his wounds.

Finally, Raegan jumped away from him. He had done it on purpose, and that was why he had hit him in the wounds. His wounds, still in the process of healing, burst. Blood gushed out, soaking his black pants.

Raegan was no pushover. What Henley had done aroused his hatred.

He looked directly at Henley, whose face was a mask hiding his true feelings. In an icy voice, he warned her, "Try something like that again and I'll make sure you end up behind bars."

As soon as he said these words, he opened the door and prepared to leave.

At that moment, the secretary and two bodyguards blocked his way.

The secretary looked at Henley and asked, "Mr. Brooks, shall we let you go?"

Raegan's expression changed. He hadn't anticipated that Henley had posted bodyguards at the door. And to think he was thinking about stopping her.

Using the couch for support, Henley slowly stood up. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hand smeared blood on his face, adding a dangerous charm to his appearance.

He put on his glasses, regaining his gentle demeanor, and said slowly, “Raegan, I won't force you. I'll give you until tomorrow to think about it. But I'm afraid Nicole might not arrive until then.

Raegan's complexion became ghostly.

After Raegan left, the secretary came in with a box of medicine to tend to Henley's wound. He carefully cut away the blood-soaked pants of the suit.

As he cleaned the wound with an alcohol swab, his touch was soft and his eyes were full of desire.

He had thought Henley wasn't interested in women. But now, seeing otherwise, he wondered if he would have a chance.

With this thought, she became even more attentive in her actions, subtly brushing her chest against his thigh.

Henley was inexperienced in intimacy, but he was not naïve. He lifted her chin with his fingers and asked with a tempting look, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

The secretary looked up at Henley's exquisite face. The blood stain on his cheekbone even enhanced his fierce attractiveness.

Her face flushed, she murmured, "Mr. Brooks, I can attend to your needs."

Henley remained silent, a slight smile dancing on his lips. His long, cold fingers traced her jaw and his knuckles brushed her slender neck.

The secretary succumbed to the sexual tension and let out a soft moan.

“Hmm…” She shamelessly took his hand, placed it on his plump chest, and whispered, “Mr. Brooks, take me..."

“Ugh…” Henley smirked and suddenly squeezed the secretary’s neck tightly.

Feeling suffocated, the secretary realized that something was very wrong. Panicking, he flailed and tried to free himself.

However, Henley's grip only increased. The secretary rolled her eyes and made desperate sounds.

Just before he was on the verge of death, Henley forcefully pushed the secretary, who collided with the sharp edge of the desk with a loud bang. The next second, blood gushed from the back of his neck.

Henley's eyes seemed clouded by the most fearsome hellfire.

"Remember your place!" he snapped.

After leaving Henley's office, Raegan felt deep concern.

Regardless of the truthfulness of Henley's words about Nicole's condition, he had to do something to save her.

Nicole was pregnant. It wasn't just one life that was at stake, but two.

Jarrod was a bastard!

Committing to Henley was not an option for her, leaving her with only one choice.

At home, Raegan was confused. She felt more and more anxious as the night progressed. After pacing for some time, he finally worked up the courage to make a call.

“Matteo, is Mr. Dixon available?”

"No," replied Matteo.

Raegan steeled herself and said, "Then please tell him I'll wait for him at home."

Matteo seemed surprised, but quickly responded: “Okay. I'll let you know."

At Ardlens detention centre, Nicole was confined to a solitary room. The darkness was total and I couldn't distinguish day from night. He had lost track of time.

Before they put her in that room, the doctors had healed her arm. He had three broken ribs, but luckily his pleura and lung had not been pierced. Rest and avoiding strenuous activities were vital for his recovery.

However, his fragile physical state made self-healing unlikely.

Despite these circumstances, his life was not completely miserable.

They served her meals regularly and did not bother her. And more importantly, he was away from Jarrod, the devil himself, which gave him some peace.

Nicole missed her parents and wondered how Jarrod intended to treat her.

But she believed Jarrod wouldn't keep her here long. After all, he couldn't torment her in this place.

As she continued to ponder her thoughts, Nicole's mind eventually became cloudy and she fell into a deep sleep.

However, a sharp pain in his neck interrupted his sleep. His eyes shot open and his heart raced in his chest.

Two women dressed in prison uniforms were on top of her. One was immobilizing her and the other was holding a syringe and was preparing to inject something into her neck.

Panicked, Nicole writhes and struggles.

"Who are you?

The short-haired woman smiled with satisfaction and replied, "We're here to kill you!"

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