Chapter 825

Chapter 825:

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However, if this continued, Raegan felt like she couldn't stand it any longer and was afraid she would collapse under the strain.

Yearning for closure, Raegan longed for a denouement, a sign that would provide her with clarity, even if it meant letting herself go. Anything would be enough to free her from the tangle of her emotions. Really, anything would do...

Tears welled up in her red, swollen eyes as she smiled despite the pain. "Mitchel, you wouldn't dare, would you?"

I felt like I was on the verge of victory. Releasing his arm, he adopted a lighter tone. "In that case, could you hold my hand for just a moment?"

She pleaded, "Just a moment."

The fleeting contact would give him strength to persevere.

Mitchel hesitated briefly, then raised his hand.

Raegan's heart skipped a beat before her tear-filled gaze met his, and she held it out without hesitation. It was the moment he had been waiting for. She couldn't wait to share with him the news that they were expecting twins.

Mitchel's large palm seemed within reach, as if Raegan could grasp it with just a fraction of a millimeter.

Raegan's hand shook, tears streaming down her face, making her unable to speak.

The next moment, his hand passed over hers, landing instead on her shoulder, pushing her hard against the car window. The action was harsh, lacking any tenderness. He scoffed, “Miss Foster, is the fantasy over?”

Raegan stared at Mitchel, stunned.

Mitchel's deep eyes were cold, and a sneer played on his lips. «How many ridiculous notions do you harbor? Tell me all of them, will you?

Mitchel's handsome face retained its charm, but now it showed an icy coldness. When the mockery dissipated, only a heavy and oppressive atmosphere remained.

Raegan's courage, on which he had bet everything, crumbled in an instant. He felt his heart being ripped out and left to freeze in the biting wind, causing him excruciating pain. Desperation enveloped her. His arm, which he had previously held tightly, gave way weakly against the icy body of the car.

Inside and out, the cold was relentless.

Mitchel observed the paleness of his lips and the fatigue etched on his face, momentarily silent. A fleeting urge came over him to approach her, but his legs remained stubbornly rooted, leaving him frozen in place. In his perception, it seemed as if sharp needles were piercing his head forcefully, causing him excruciating pain.

Finally, Mitchel stopped trying to approach her, clenched his fists, and spoke in a chilling tone. "It seems that my performance was so impressive that Miss Foster cannot forget it or find a replacement."

Raegan murmured weakly, “Mitchel, does it really give you joy to embarrass me?”

Just then, another dark vehicle pulled up behind them, catching Mitchel's attention. He scoffed: "Does this seem embarrassing to you?"

Then, she curled her fingers and traced them along Raegan's elegant neck, stopping briefly at her collarbone, before roughly ripping it apart, shredding the delicate sweater that clung to Raegan's figure.

A wave of cold air enveloped Raegan, who looked at Mitchel in surprise, feeling exposed and scared. Instinctively, she raised her hand to protect her torn neck, only for him to grab it.

Mitchel's voice had a tantalizing charm, but it was laced with venom. "Remember, this is a humiliation."

With that, she nonchalantly raised her hand, hooking it into Raegan's comfortable sports bra, sarcastically joking, "If you want to attract someone, consider wearing something more tempting, maybe a short skirt like the ones you see in clubs. "It would certainly attract more attention."

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