Chapter 865

Chapter 865:

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Once the car stopped, Mitchel was still gripping Raegan's arm tightly, his eyes betraying a rare flash of panic. "Have you lost your mind?" he said through gritted teeth, his voice strained.

Still furious, Mitchel pressed his tongue against his molars and said, "Were you really planning to jump out of a moving car on the highway?" Did you want to end your life?

Raegan fought against his firm grip on her arm and replied, "I wasn't trying to kill myself, and it's not worth it for you anyway."

Mitchel froze, his face drained of color and his fingers white from the strength of his grip. After a heavy silence, he managed to say: "It's better that you think like that."

Raegan bit her lip, overcome by a sadness that was difficult to express.

Still, he managed a bitter smile. «Mitchel, I've been thinking like this for a long time. Since we last met, I have treated you like a stranger. Why can't you do the same? What is all this about? I never comment on your upcoming marriage to Katie, and you know...

He resumed the conversation after a pause, his voice harsh. "You knew Katie was involved in that kidnapping incident, but you still chose to marry her. She's a ruthless killer and you're covering for her. Are you trying to leave me with nowhere to go in Ardlens?

Raegan's eyes filled with tears as she squeezed him: "Mitchel, who here is really crazy?"

Mitchel tightened his grip on Raegan's arm, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. He didn't let go, holding on as if afraid she might vanish before his eyes.

Raegan struggled several times, her arms aching from the pinching.

«Let go of me. I want to get out of this car. I don't want to have anything to do with you, nor share the same air! Can't you keep your word? Meet and part, isn't that what you said?' he exclaimed.

"Meet and part..." Mitchel repeated in a low voice, as if speaking to himself.

His eyes reddened and he answered hastily: “I must be the crazy one. Just consider me crazy, but my actions are for your own good..."

Before he could finish, Raegan cut him off with a disdainful laugh.

«Mitchel, since when do you have the right to decide what is best for me? Am I not a stranger to you? What's the point of being kind?

Without waiting for Mitchel's response, Raegan continued, "Think about it. Since you've been back, have you done anything other than embarrass me and make me feel worthless? "What good have you done for me?"

Raegan fixed her gaze on Mitchel's worried face, demanding, Can you answer that for me? What have you done that has really helped me?

“I…” Mitchel struggled to find the words of apology that were left on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them.

A cool breeze blew, waking up Mitchel. With the multiple threats still looming, he couldn't openly explain to Raegan why he was being so cold. The only thing he could offer her was a clear path for her, free of worry or burden.

With this in mind, Mitchel composed himself. His face turned cold and stern as he said, "I'm sorry I was intrusive."

Raegan clenched her fists, unable to respond. I was exhausted, completely exhausted. He had rebuilt his hopes again and again, only to have Mitchel shatter them again and again.

Raegan laughed at herself. A few moments ago, he had thought that he still cared about her and that maybe he couldn't let her go. She assumed that everything he did had a reason.

However, it all seemed to be in her head, as she couldn't find any indication that he cared about her. He overestimated himself.

Gritting her teeth, Raegan fought the growing sourness in her throat before slowly saying, “Mr. Dixon, I hope you don't interfere like that again. I don't need him to look after me, and it bothers me. If we meet again, we'll see each other and part ways, okay?

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