Chapter 768

Chapter 768:

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Mitchel's piercing gaze swept over Raegan, his commanding presence overwhelming, making Raegan inexplicably tense.

Mitchel added, in a stern and inflexible tone: "This room included, understand?"

After a tiring day, Raegan received only his indifference, and a wave of grievances rose within her. She raised her head, looked him in the eyes and said with suppressed emotion: "You assured me earlier that I could come and go as I pleased, including this room."

"That was in the past." Mitchel stood up straight and laughed coldly. «Do you really take all a man's words literally? Miss Foster, are you that naive?

"Mitchel, are you being this harsh just to push me away?" Raegan held his icy gaze, her expression firm. "I won't let you push me away."

“Just to get away?” Mitchel looked at her with disdain. "Miss Foster, do you really think it's that important...?"

Suddenly, Raegan silenced his cold words by kissing him. His defiance reached its maximum. He could resist her, but could he resist her touch?

Without hesitation, Raegan wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, kissing him passionately.

Mitchel's lips were as cold as ever, showing no warmth. Mimicking his previous actions, Raegan attempted to part his lips with her tongue.

When he didn't budge, she resorted to biting his lips.

Mitchel seemed to step back only when the taste of blood mingled between them, and he pushed it away forcefully.

The trace of blood on Mitchel's lips seemed to increase his attractiveness and soften his aura.

Raegan bravely faced him, undeterred. «Thirty seconds. You let me kiss you for thirty seconds without moving away. Do you really dare to say that you have no feelings for me? That you despise me?

For someone truly loathed, even three seconds would be unbearable, much less thirty seconds.

Mitchel pursed his lips and remained silent.

Raegan clenched her fists, her face determined. «I don't know what difficulties you have faced, but it is unfair that you walk away from me without a word. Why do you assume I depend on your refuge? We have faced challenges that most people will never encounter. Our resistance should surpass anyone's. Don't make decisions for me. "I'm capable of handling anything."

Ignoring his cold, distant gaze, Raegan reached out her hand and took it firmly. «Mitchel, we have already faced life or death situations together. What challenge can we not conquer later?

Mitchel's usually stoic face briefly showed a trace of emotion at his words, but it quickly transformed into a mocking, icy look. His intense gaze sharpened. «Miss Foster, you come from a wealthy family. Don't you realize the damage to your reputation after saying those words?

These words resonated deeply. Those who knew Raegan could attest that, despite her carefree appearance, she highly valued her reputation. He adhered to strict moral codes and was sensitive.

If it hadn't been for Mitchel, Raegan would have been gone long ago. However, the memory of him boldly driving a car full of explosives for her sake held her back. Raegan didn't dare leave because Mitchel had done everything he could to save her.

He clenched his fists and said firmly, “Let's be clear. I have come here ready to face your harsh words. You may deceive others, but not me.

“Interesting…” Mitchel chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of arrogance and aloofness. «I simply don't love you anymore. Why do you insist on asking for a reason?

His tone was calm and controlled, as if he could easily see through her. «What falsehood do you want me to invent? Why don't you tell me?

Raegan's hand trembled slightly, unnoticed. "Mitchel, can't you just tell me the truth?"

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