Raegan was momentarily stunned: a trick? Worked?

Wait, was he distracted just now?

No wonder the pain she felt wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated. In her previous life, the brutal impression he left on her was too deep. Their few encounters were always unforgettable, so much so that she hadn’t even considered her plea having an effect on him this time.

Could it be that he thought she called him "honey" just to irritate him and avoid intimacy?

It seems that she had lied too often in the past, making her sudden change in attitude now unbelievable to him.

Raegan explained, "No, that’s not what I meant."

But Mitchel Johnson didn’t want to listen any further. He casually tied a robe around his body, intending to leave.

Determined to lead a life of bliss with him in this life, Raegan couldn’t allow this misunderstanding to linger until the next day.

Seeing him about to leave, Raegan hurriedly got out of bed, ignoring the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything, and took a few steps forward to tightly embrace his muscular waist:

"Don't leave me."

The sudden hug from the woman made his body stiffen, and his dark eyes grew even more profound. "I won't agree to the divorce, no matter what you offer in exchange."

Did he think she would be so proactive to trade her body for a divorce? To share a night with him just to get him to agree to the divorce?

That’s impossible. One night is far from enough for her. She wasn’t so short-sighted.

Raegan tightened her arms around him even more. At her height, she could only press against his broad back, her lips kissing his spine. "No, I don’t want a divorce. I want you to stay."

The scorching heat from her breath seared his muscles, which were taut and powerful under the dim light, casting sexy and strong shadows.

Mitchel Johnson grabbed her wrist, pulling her away, turning around to face her. His obsidian-like eyes stared at her. "What game are you playing now? Hmm?"

Her fair wrist was captured in his grasp, delicate and fragile. Raegan stepped forward, raising her head to look at him, her gaze filled with a desire to take in all of this man before her:

"Mitchel, I know you don't believe me right now, but I’ll prove it to you. I won’t leave you again."

The man looked at her, now so close. She was unclothed, her skin glowing under the light.

Her unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making his hand holding her wrist tighten.

Slowly, Raegan lowered her head, burying in his legs. In the daze, Mitchel could feel his lower body enveloped by a warm and moist place embrace. With a sigh, he could not help but press Raegan’s head, moving his waist.

The girl’s clear eyes reflected his image perfectly, and for a brief moment, Mitchel almost believed her.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sudden knocking sound was from the butler, Mr. Ford: "Sir, James from Anderson Group is here. He wants to see the Madam."

Raegan's pupils contracted slightly. In her previous life, it was this very report from Mr. Ford that made Mitchel even more furious. He had deliberately been rough with her to make sure James knew she belonged to him, Mitchel Johnson.

Her momentary daze was noticed by the man. The brief crack in his heart, caused by her tender words, vanished, leaving only cold indifference.

"You wanted to prove yourself? I’ll give you another chance—prove it to me."

Raegan thought for a moment. The best way to prove her sincerity was only through…

She gently closed her eyes, pivoted onto her toes, and with a small hand on his firm chest, feeling the heat, she initiated a kiss on his cool lips.

His lips tasted faintly of tobacco and carried a minty freshness, a scent uniquely his.

Though Raegan had lived two lifetimes, her kissing skills were still rudimentary. In her previous life, she was always forced into kisses by him, and in this life, she hadn't had the chance to practice before jumping into it. So when she kissed him, it was clumsy and inexperienced.

His lips had that faint taste of tobacco, mixed with his unique ocean-like coolness, just like the man himself—reserved and restrained.

Her tongue traced the shape of his lips, and they were so thin. Men with such lips were usually indifferent yet deeply devoted.

Breathless, Mitchel let Raegan ride on top of him.

With her lips lightly bit, Raegan swayed up and down on his waist. A scene left him drowning in a daze.

“She is indeed a beautiful flower--a charming lilac. At this moment, it is blooming on my body,” Mitchel thought.

Just as the pleasure was about to reach its climax, Raegan’s thoughts drifted.

Raegan remembered in her previous life Emily had told her that Mitchel had gotten into a major car accident while searching for her and had become a vegetable.

This outstanding man had pampered her, cherished her, and protected her, yet she didn’t know how to appreciate it and even harmed him…

Raegan felt a pang of guilt in her nose, her eyes moistening, making her kiss even more earnest.

However, the man’s large hand pressed on her shoulder, pushing her away. Mitchel Johnson was enveloped in a violent, menacing aura, making him terrifying.

"Is this what you call proving yourself? Kissing while crying?"

"Trying to seduce me so I’ll go easy on James?"

"No, that’s not it."

Before Raegan could finish explaining, the man had already taken large strides out of the room.

Raegan hastily threw on some clothes and chased after him, but Mitchel Johnson had already slammed the bedroom door shut.

"Hon, please let me explain."

Raegan felt a bit discouraged, blaming herself for being too manipulative in the past. Now, no matter what she did, Mitchel Johnson saw it as just another scheme.

It seems only in time would she be able to prove her sincerity to him through her actions.

When she returned to her room, she saw Mr. Ford still waiting at the top of the stairs. Raegan was a bit annoyed. "Mr. Ford, is James still waiting outside?"

Mr. Ford hesitated before nodding.

Raegan pursed her lips. "Tell him I won’t see him. If he still won’t leave, have the servants throw him out after giving him a good beating."

Mr. Ford's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open, "..."

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The next day, Raegan got up early. In the past, she always deliberately avoided meeting Mitchel.

Today, Raegan didn’t put on any makeup. In her previous life, she would have piled on as much eyeshadow as possible to disgust Mitchel into divorcing her. So when she appeared fresh-faced at the top of the stairs, everyone who saw her was taken aback.

The villa was large. Downstairs, three servants were cleaning and wiping the tables. Seeing Raegan appear at the top of the stairs, they all lowered their heads and quickened their cleaning pace.

"Where’s Mitchel Johnson?"

She didn’t see Mitchel in the dining room.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Hughes, approached and respectfully replied,

"Sir just left. Miss, would you like something specific for breakfast?"

Raegan regretted her previous bad attitude towards Mitchel and how she often made things difficult for the servants. She felt remorseful now—how had Mitchel Johnson tolerated her cruelty?

"Whatever is available at home is fine."

In truth, she wasn’t picky. She used to say the food didn’t suit her taste just to spite Mitchel. Especially when he was home, they could never have a proper meal, often leaving Mitchel with a gloomy expression, causing the servants at Johnson’s household to resent her greatly.

Thinking that Mrs. Hughes might not know what to prepare when she said "whatever," Raegan added, "Just bring some bread and warm up some milk." She couldn’t eat much more than that.

"Very well, Miss. Please wait. I’ll go to the kitchen and arrange it."

"Wait, Mrs. Hughes." Raegan called after her.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Hughes, was surprised by Raegan’s address, pausing for a couple of seconds before regaining her composure. "Miss, is there anything else you need?"

"I’m already married into the Johnson family, so please don’t call me ‘Miss’ anymore. Hearing that term always felt too distant."