Chapter 347

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Raegan raised her eyes, a sharp edge to her words. «Indeed, Mr. Dixon! "My disgust against you exceeds your wildest imagination."

Coupled with the disdain in her gaze, Raegan's words were like an implacable sword that pierced Mitchel mercilessly.

To hell with emotions. Raegan ignored her feelings and spoke.

«Since you have nothing substantial to contribute, step aside.

"I want to leave."

Mitchel's gaze darkened as he stood firm, a formidable mountain blocking his path.

"Mr. Dixon?" Raegan exclaimed in annoyance.

"Because?" Mitchel's voice carried a lasting chill.

"That?" Raegan inquired.

"Why do you harbor such intense hatred towards me?" Mitchel's face turned icy as he meticulously remembered. Since Raegan's return, their encounters had been fleeting, happening only two or three times.

Raegan didn't remember him because of the car incident.

Therefore, Mitchel could not understand the depth of his hatred. For a moment, a strange thought struck him. He wondered if Raegan was faking amnesia to avoid him.

Raegan perceived Mitchel's thought process as a deviation from the norm. She articulated, “I hate being coerced against my will. And it's not just for that. "My contempt for you began from the first moment we crossed paths."

Raegan assumed her memory loss had something to do with it. Furthermore, his instinctive revulsion and resistance toward Mitchel remained unwavering.

Erick had provided scant details about the events preceding his amnesia. Raegan was vaguely aware of the turbulent life she had led, with much suffering inflicted by Mitchel.

Mitchel's gaze held deep suppressed sorrow, and the veins in his hand bulged as he clenched his fist. In a measured tone, he declared: "I am your husband."

His suggestion was based on the premise that he had the right to approach her. She was his wife and, in his eyes, her actions did not constitute coercion.

"Mr. Dixon, are you not aware that I have lost my memory of you?

Raegan asked.

Raegan pointed toward the bustling waiters and added, "To me, you're no different than the strangers who pass by here."

Hearing those words, Mitchel pursed his lips tightly. Abruptly, he reached out, grabbing her wrist and forcefully guiding her to the side.

"You!" Raegan had no time to resist and was led into a chamber.

The door slammed shut, hard, and the echo of the lock reverberated throughout the room.

Mitchel pressed Raegan against the wall, not giving way. He put his hand around her waist and brought the other to her ear.

In an instant, the small space was filled with the alluring fragrance of Mitchel's cologne, permeating Raegan's every breath.

Their proximity was evident, causing a feeling of suffocation to envelop Raegan.

Raegan snapped back to reality and her breathing quickened. He made a great effort to push him away and shouted, “Mitchel! What are you doing now?"

Mitchel possessed exceptional strength. She had him by the waist and did not give in to his most ardent efforts.

Raegan felt trapped, unable to break free from his control. In a fit of anger and frustration, she glared at him. “Let go of me!” Raegan shouted, her voice filled with frustration.

Mitchel lowered his head, his gaze dangerously intense. "Am I nothing more than a stranger to you?" he asked.

Raegan was speechless and chose to ignore him. However, she found herself trapped, unable to free herself. His grip on her waist tightened, as if he intended to force her to speak.

Raegan winced and frowned. «Mitchel, have you gone crazy?

Raegan's anger had seeped deep into his heart, fueling the urge to vent his frustration even if it meant biting Mitchel a few times.

Mitchel looked at her in silence for a long moment, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do I really mean nothing to you?” He spoke in a low, hurt tone.

Caught in its clutches, Raegan's anger burned and she responded sternly, "Even if you ask me a hundred times, the answer will still be yes."

A heavy silence settled in the room.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed slightly, giving him an intimidating aura.

“Please let me go,” Raegan asked calmly, after taking a deep breath to calm herself, her tone showing indifference. She was aware that the angrier she got, the more control he had over her.

"You're not thinking about another kiss, are you?" Raegan posed her question with a teasing smile. «Mr. Dixon, is your desire so insatiable? "If he's really that horny, I can find him prostitutes."

Raegan intentionally belittled Mitchel, anticipating that someone as haughty as him might explode and lose interest in her after hearing such words.

As expected, Mitchel's gaze became even colder and he released his grip on her. "Do you think women turn me on?"

His voice turned icy, with hidden anger simmering.

Raegan's racing heart slowly calmed down. Evidently, his tricks had worked. He continued, in an indifferent tone: “You are exaggerating. I don't even know you. "I just deduced from your actions that you might miss a woman in your life."

In her eyes, he was of no importance. "Mr. Dixon, could you step aside? Raegan rubbed her sore wrist, her patience wearing thin.

Mitchel's eyes locked on her, an inscrutable mix of emotions lurking beneath the surface.

Raegan cared little for his thoughts and began to walk past him, intending to leave.

But in an unexpected twist, his shoulder became heavy, and his body found himself pressed against the wall once again. His thin lips immediately met hers.

Mitchel closed his eyes, kissing her with a fervor that bordered on madness. He persisted as if trying to recover something lost, unwilling to give in.

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