Chapter 172


    Mitchel''s Promise Before entering the room, Mitchel stopped and cast a cold nce at the roses on the


    tea table.


    "Do you like those flowers?" Raegan recalled that Mitchel had never sent flowers to anyone.


    Not even once.


    Unsure of what to say, Raegan murmured, "It depends.” As soon as she said those words, she wished


    she could take them back.


    Just as she had expected, Mitchel''s expression darkened.


    Raegan had not intended to annoy him, but she did so mindlessly.


    In college, a young man followed her wherever she went and secretly slipped red roses into her books


    or school bag.


    For a while, the roses unnerved her and stirred unpleasant memories.


    That was the reason why she said that.


    She did not mean she liked the flowers because they were from Henley, but Mitchel seemed to get the


    wrong idea.


    In the blink of an eye, Mitchel''s mood shifted.


    Instead of entering the room, he ced Raegan on the tea table and pressed her on the roses.


    The cold dew from the petals soaked through her back, making her tremble.


    Raegan clutched at his shirt, trying her best not to crush the delicate roses under her weight, but it was


    futile.


    Why here? There was plenty of space in the room.


    "Don''t do it here," Raegan pleaded.


    Tears brimmed in her eyes.


    She was ufortable as her back was crushing the bouquet, but her difort only fueled Mitchel''s


    desire.


    Mitchel lowered his eyes at her and firmly dered, "T want to do it right here.” The crinkling sound of


    packing paper filled the air.


    Mitchel stretched out and, suddenly, unwrapped the bouquet of roses under her back.


    The bouquet burst open.


    Some flowersnded on the table, while others scattered across the floor.


    Raegan doubted that the tea table would be able to support their weight.


    Anxious, her heart pounded, threatening to leap out of her chest.


    She pushed Mitchel away and asserted, "I don''t want to do it here...


    Let''s not...


    Let''s not do it then." Mitchel''s piercing gaze met hers, and he questioned, "Well, do you really want me


    to stop?” As soon as he said these words, he released her and stood up.


    For a brief moment, Raegan almost believed him.


    But at the same time, she did not want to lose the chance to sever ties with Mitchelpletely.


    His offer was like a tempting, sweet red apple.


    Raegan was desperate to escape her current situation.


    She understood that only Mitchel''s agreement to end their rtionship could truly free her from their


    entangled lives.


    As Mitchel had said, no one else could change his decision but him.


    After a pause, Raegan asked, “You really mean that, don''t you?" Mitchel nced at her with eyes cold


    and devoid of desire.


    "Isn''t that what you want?” Raegan stared at him and tightened her grip on his cor.


    “Write it down.


    Promise you won''t pester me again.” Mitchel’s gaze was profound, framed by long eyshes.


    His emotionless stare made it difficult to decipher his thoughts.


    "Of course, I can put it in writing.


    But what if I change my mind someday? What would you do then?" Raegan was at a loss for words.


    This promise held no legal weight.


    As Mitchel pointed out, if he changed his mind, she was powerless to do anything, let alone seek


    justice.


    Deep down, she clung to this promise tofort herself.


    Perhaps driven by fear of his interference in her life, she was willing to take the risk.


    "You know the oue is unpredictable, right? Are you sure you want to bet on it?” Mitchel calmly


    asked.


    Raegan did not dwell on it for too long.


    Having been intimate with Mitchel before, she believed it would not be too difficult to do it again.


    If he broke his word, she could dismiss it as a one- night stand.


    But if he honored his promise, she would be free of him for good.


    With this thought, Raegan''s hesitation vanished.


    She pursed her lips and dered, "I believe you because you once promised not to lie to me again." In


    her mind, this trick might stop Mitchel from breaking his promise yet again.


    If he ever thought of going back on his word, he would remember the very promise he had made to her.


    Although unsure if it was her imagination, Raegan sensed Mitchel''s dismay at her decision, perhaps


    even anger.


    This intuition waster proved correct.


    Before kissing her, Mitchel stated, "It''s toote for regrets now.” His wet lips pried open her mouth and


    captured her soft tongue.


    Their tongues entwined in what looked like a fiery dance.


    It was as if Mitchel wanted to devour her.


    Raegan''s tongue grew numb, and her hand trembled involuntarily.


    The rose petals beneath her were ttened on Raegan''s back, releasing an intoxicating scent.


    At this moment, Mitchel''s hot breath enveloped her, and his actions seemed deliberate, almost


    torturous.


    He kissed her lips, and then trailed down...


    His lips grazed her chin, lingered on her corbone, and finally settled on the sensitive spot of her neck.


    Raegan trembled and felt a little regret for her inability to stop him.


    After this, she did not want to go through this again.


    But her resolve wavered as Mitchel''s lips moved, leaving her breathless.


    Suddenly, a noise came at the door, startling Raegan.


    Mitchel frowned, not at the noise but at Raegan''s reaction, which nearly made him relent.


    It was not until then that Raegan remembered Nicole''s n toe over tonight.


    Yet they there were, entwined on the tea table in the living room, with no chance to hide themselves.


    Raegan froze on the spot.


    She silently heard the key turn in the lock.


    Judging from the sound, it seemed to be the wrong key.


    Raegan rxed a bit.


    But then, she heard another key turn in the lock.


    But still, the door didn’t open since it was the wrong key.


    With her patience getting thinner, Nicole began knocking on the door.


    "Raegan, it''s me.


    Open up.


    I can’t tell the keys apart...” Her slurred speech suggested she was drunk.


    Otherwise, she would have remembered the whereabouts of the spare key.


    Raegan tried to get up, but Mitchel''s grip was unyielding.


    His dark eyes seemed to consume her.


    "What''s wrong?" she asked while looking into his eyes.


    "One second.” His breathing became heavier and uneven, and beads of sweat trickled down his


    forehead.


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    Raegan''s eyes widened in astonishment.


    She shook her head and struggled.


    "Have you lost your mind?" The outside world faded away, leaving only the frantic pounding of her


    heart.


    Raegan felt like she was on a roller coaster, and her adrenaline peaking...


    The moment felt like an eternity.


    Outside the door, Nicole identally located the right key to the door as she fumbled around in her


    purse.


    Beep! The door was thrown open.