Chapter 292

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She couldn't push him away, tormented by the memory of their last encounter and the fragile security of her unborn child in her womb.

«Stop, please, Mitchel. It still hurts..."

His voice broke, full of sobs.

For a moment, his soft tone seemed to reach Mitchel.

He paused and asked, "Does it still hurt after five days?"

Seizing the opportunity, Raegan let her tears flow more freely, strengthening her plea. “Yes, it still hurts.”

He exaggerated a little, but it wasn't entirely a lie. His skin was sensitive and there was still some swelling left.

Mitchel looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Let me see".

"No, please don't touch me!" Raegan shouted, grabbing his hand firmly.

For a moment, they stood entangled.

Then, in a sudden movement, his underwear tore in two.

Shame washed over Raegan, especially with the lights still on.

Fortunately, the swelling was visibly evident.

Ignoring her protests, Mitchel grabbed an ointment from the medicine cabinet and applied it to the affected area.

His touch, though clinical, soothed Raegan and left her momentarily dazed.

Coming to her senses, Raegan felt a wave of humiliation. Tears ran down her face. Mitchel's actions had reduced her to an object lacking respect.

He then insisted that she remain still, with her legs apart, to prevent the ointment from being wiped off.

Raegan's face burned with anger.

"Why don't you apply it yourself?" Mitchel asked, bewildered.

Raegan was speechless. I wanted to explain the inconvenience of self-application and that natural healing would be sufficient.

But really, he didn't want to use the ointment to have an excuse to stop Mitchel.

Then Mitchel suddenly asked, "Did you avoid treating it as an excuse not to sleep with me?"

The room became absolutely silent.

Raegan panicked, feeling as if he had read her thoughts.

His arousal was evident, driven not by punishment but by desire. It was clear that he was determined to sleep with her.

However, he seemed more controlled than before, considering his condition and contemplating a different approach.

Frightened, Raegan pushed him away, pleading, "No, please... I can't...

Not right now..."

Mitchel's expression changed instantly. "What did you just say?"

Raegan was on the verge of tears. "It's not about you... It's me..."

Mitchel's touch was gentle as he acknowledged the pain. "I know it's still swollen and sore, but we can find a way..."

He whispered something in her ear, his voice hoarse.

Raegan's face turned red at his words, shaking her head.

"We're married, so it's only natural that we do this," Mitchel reasoned, pulling her closer.

Overwhelmed by humiliation, Raegan found herself unable to resist. She feared causing another change in his mood and felt compelled to obey.

Suddenly, Mitchel grabbed her hair and her breathing accelerated. "Call me.

Barely able to speak, Raegan murmured, "Mitchel..."

"It's not that," he corrected quietly.

What else could it be? Confused and exhausted, Raegan fell silent.

"If you don't cooperate, this will last all night," Mitchel warned.

Her expression changing, Raegan forced a reluctant, “Honey…”

Mitchel's response was immediate. His breathing became heavier, his gaze more intense.

"Keep calling me that."

Raegan's humiliation increased, feeling reduced to a prostitute.

“If you don't do what I tell you, it will take longer to finish,” he said nonchalantly.

With great reluctance, Raegan repeated: "Honey...Honey...".

Finally, Mitchel let out a sigh, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead.

The torture, although shorter than usual, lasted almost two hours.

Exhausted, Raegan remained motionless.

Finally, Mitchel walked her to the bathroom. She wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare to provoke him further.

Fortunately, he seemed to recognize her tiredness and simply shared the shower with her.

Then, completely exhausted, Raegan fell asleep hugging Mitchel.

Looking at Raegan's calm, sleeping face, Mitchel's demeanor softened and he whispered, "If you're honest with me, I can accept it."

In the past, he wouldn't have taken it seriously, just seeing it as a joke.

But now, things were unclear, and he knew that if a compromise was necessary, he would be the first to try.

He just wanted Raegan to be by his side, willingly.

If that was what it took, he was willing to try it.

Without hearing his words, Raegan, fast asleep, instinctively snuggled closer to his warmth.

Mitchel's expression changed, his grip loosening slightly to hug her more gently, ensuring her comfort.

That night, Mitchel slept peacefully.

Raegan, however, was tormented by a nightmare. In it, Mitchel was ruthless and forced her to terminate her pregnancy.

This fear tormented her until the early hours of the morning.

Before dawn, Raegan was awake, Mitchel sleeping soundly at her side, breathing even and calm.

Raegan sat up silently, reaching for Mitchel's phone on the nightstand.

He used Mitchel's face to unlock it, but he didn't dare leave the room.

Instead, he tiptoed into the bathroom to send a message.

As he prepared to send the text, he realized he needed a password.

Mitchel's phone was set up for high security, useless to anyone who found it without the correct code.

Raegan tried Mitchel's birthday and the villa's password, but neither worked.

Just as she was about to abandon her attempt, a familiar voice startled her.

"Do you need me to unlock it for you?"

Raegan's heart raced at Mitchel's words.

Mitchel's phone slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

Mitchel walked in, his bare feet silent. His long legs were strong and his upper body was sculpted with defined muscles.

He bent down to pick up the phone and offered it to Raegan. “Try 822822,” he suggested.

Raegan was surprised. August 22. It was the date they first received their marriage certificate.

She froze, the phone burning in her hand, especially because of the text glowing on the screen.

Mitchel read the message aloud. "Mr. Hector Dixon, I'm trapped by Mitchel.

Can you help me? Submitted by Raegan Hayes.

Mitchel's voice was icy. "Are you looking for help from my uncle?"

His exterior was calm, but inside, turmoil raged. Sure enough, Raegan still wanted to run away. This irritated Mitchel more and more.

Mitchel narrowed his eyes. He grabbed her chin and pressed her against the wall, his tone ferocious. «Do you enjoy flirting with the men around me? How do you plan to pay Héctor if he helps you?

Raegan paled, her restraint gone. «You can't imprison me like this. Even if we are a couple, you have no right to confine me.

At his words, Mitchel's expression became colder.

He scoffed. «Is that your argument, Raegan? That I can't do it?

He hugged her and lost his composure. "So, shouldn't we consider starting a family after being married for so long?"

Raegan was speechless, surprised by his words.

Memories of her lost son tormented her, a painful thorn in her heart that continually relived the anguish of the past.

Raegan's voice was thick with bitterness. "Don't even dream about it!"

The pain of losing her first child was too much to bear again. He was afraid of losing his son again because of those crazy women who surrounded Mitchel.

Determinedly, she declared, "I will never have a child with you."

He couldn't accept the possibility of losing his son again.

It was her baby.

But Mitchel replied sternly: "That's not for you to decide."

With a grim expression, he grabbed a tie from the dresser and pinned her hands to the towel rack.

Confused and fearful, Raegan asked in a shaky voice, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"

Mitchel, gently holding her head, offered her a slight smile. "Practicing how to make a baby."

“Hmm…” Before she could protest, Mitchel silenced her with a kiss, dominant but tender.

Humiliated and angry, Raegan felt herself approaching a breaking point.

After finishing, Mitchel didn't even untie her. Instead, he just left her helplessly hanging on the towel rack.

Only when the maid arrived was Raegan freed.

Collapsed on the bathroom floor, knees pulled up to her chest, Raegan was shaking uncontrollably.

The maid, understanding but helpless, tried to console Raegan: “I see that you and Mr. Dixon are deeply in love with each other. However, it seems like you argue a lot. Maybe talking about it will help you. Why do you hurt each other so much?

In love? Raegan could only shake her head in shame.

If this was Mitchel's version of love, she wanted no part of it.

The maid continued, “Actually, Mr. Dixon really cares about you. I've seen him alone in your room, hugging the pillow you used to sleep on. He constantly buys you new clothes, and the food here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when you're away..."

Raegan felt numb at the maid's words. Terms like love and care seemed inappropriate to describe her bond with Mitchel.

In his eyes, Mitchel saw her as nothing more than an object. He never imagined that one day she would defy his orders.

His ego suffered when he felt he was losing control. That's why he became obsessed with getting it back.

His obsession filled Raegan with dread. Her fear eclipsed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to flee Mitchel.

The thought of fleeing consumed Raegan's thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to free herself from Mitchel's side.

Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrod's wedding.

On the phone, Jamie's voice was tender and affectionate. «Jarrod, I feel like the happiest woman in this world. Let's have two children in the future!

Jarrod's expression turned grim. Jamie's words recalled his past promises to Nicole.

Jarrod hesitated, his silence lasting until Jamie prompted him. "Jarrod, are you there?"

Regaining his composure, Jarrod answered evasively, “It's late, Jamie. Get some rest." He skillfully dodged the topic.

After a sweet farewell, Jamie quickly made another call, this time in a stern voice.

«Keep an eye on Jarrod tonight. Report anything unusual.”

After the call, Jarrod was standing at a large French window, smoking. I was still hanging on those words: "We are going to have two children...".

Moments later, he put out his cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.

The informant following Jarrod relayed to Jamie, "Mr. Schultz just entered the Oasis apartment."

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