Chapter 824

Chapter 824:

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Raegan stood there, stunned by his response. When her emotions calmed down, she realized that his gaze towards her contained a hint of mockery, as if she were a lunatic.

However, he made no move to resist when she hugged him. His lips twitched with a trace of disdain. «There is a certain charm in the beauty illuminated by the Light of the Lamps. If you want to hear something, I can oblige.”

Although Raegan tried to speak, she felt her lips close tightly, leaving her voiceless.

Mitchel's look at Raegan seemed to suggest she was upset. He spoke nonchalantly. «My mother is still recovering from an illness. I simply pushed the girl away without much thought. I didn't expect such a complicated emotional entanglement on your part. It's a shame you're not a writer.

Mitchel's gaze felt like a sharp knife, piercing Raegan's consciousness, leaving her trembling fingertips clutching tightly at her shirt.

«The hug thing is even more absurd. "I did hug someone, but anyone could see who I was hugging." Mitchel's intense, dark gaze swept over Raegan briefly and he commented nonchalantly, "You don't seem well. Have you spent a restless night, imagining things?

Although it seemed like a gesture of concern, it was actually more of a hint that Raegan's mental state was unstable and she might be experiencing hallucinations.

Mitchel carefully unhooked Raegan's hand from around her waist, applying pressure that caused her discomfort and pain. Then, word by word, he said, his words humiliating, “Miss Foster, emotions can be fresh and stale. "Is it really that difficult to end a relationship respectfully without causing distress to others?"

Raegan's hand throbbed with pain from being pulled away, and her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. A part of her urged her to resist, pushing her to try to see things from Mitchel's perspective. Perhaps what he was experiencing was even more difficult and incomprehensible than his own struggles.

However, doubts gnawed at her, whispering to her that if her love had faded, she must accept it without misinterpreting it or becoming a source of ridicule or a burden to others.

In the end, Raegan resolved to steel herself once more, clinging to hope like a drowning man clinging to a lonely straw. He refused to give up easily.

As Mitchel was about to get into the car, Raegan grabbed his arm and spoke with unwavering determination. "Mitchel, I want you to swear by the gods that you mean every word you say to me."

A flicker of impatience crossed Mitchel's eyes, suggesting that he found her attitude immature.

Raegan recognized her own childishness, but believed it was the most direct path to clarity. «Swear that you really don't love me anymore. If it is a falsehood..."

His gaze met Mitchel's cold, unfeeling countenance, and he spoke each word deliberately. “Then I will rot in hell!”

The curse had a cutting edge. Understanding Mitchel deeply, Raegan believed that this tactic would force him to reveal his true emotions.

He held her gaze without losing sight of any nuance or insinuation.

"When you swear to me, I won't bother you again."

Mitchel pressed his lips tightly together and fell into silence. Despite having hurt her with words moments before, he now found himself unable to speak.

Raegan caught a glimpse of hope. Gripping his arm tightly and keeping her gaze on his face, she repeated, “Mitchel, swear!”

Mitchel still did not respond, his expression unchanged and devoid of emotion.

In contrast to her calm demeanor, Raegan's insistence bordered on desperation. He continued to grab his arm, pushing him relentlessly.

“Mitchel, swear it!”

He didn't want to become the person who forced others.

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