I Don't Want You Anymore When Raegan saw who was standing in front of her, her expression changed abruptly.
She chose to act like she hadn't noticed Mitchel and headed upstairs.
Mitchel blocked her path, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, unmoving as If he were a statue.
"Who sent you back just now?" Mitchel asked with a gloomy expression.
"That's none of your business,” Raegan responded coldly.
Sensing her anger, Mitchel decided to change the subject, asking, "Why did you move out?" Raegan was momentarily at a loss
for words when she heard his question.
However, she decided to sidestep him in an attempt to head upstairs.
But then, Mitchel grabbed her wrist, his tone unfriendly as he said, "We need to talk." His touch reminded Raegan of the
memories of the previous night, making her stiffen.
She pulled her hand away and demanded, "Let go of me.” Although Mitchel's heart ached, he complied.
However, he stepped in front of the door and blocked her path.
He asked in a low voice, "Raegan, can't you at least tell me why you moved?" “Why should I tell you?" Raegan asked, her
confusion mingled with annoyance.
She couldn't fathom how he always managed to locate her, no matter where she went.
She pulled out her phone and displayed a picture, her voice laced with sarcasm as she said to Mitchel, "Mr.
Dixon, are you familiar with this divorce certificate?” Unexpectedly, Mitchel's face darkened at the sight of the photo.
He never thought she would keep a photo of their divorce certificate on her phone to wield against him at any moment.
It was a ruthless move that cut deep.
Mitchel felt heartbroken.

He looked at her and said, "Raegan, don't do this to me.” "The same to you.” Raegan's use of the word only seemed to create a
greater distance between them.

"We are already divorced.
Mr.
Dixon, I don't understand why you're still acting this way.
Is it for fun? Is the Dixon Group about to go bankrupt? Why are you so idle?" Mitchel was speechless with anger.
Raegan turned away and headed upstairs, with Mitchel following closely behind.

"Stop following me.” But Mitchel remained resolute, meeting her eyes with determination. When the elevator doors opened, Raegan stepped inside. She stared into Mitchel's eyes and warned him, "If you keep following me, I'll have no choice but to call the police." Without hesitation, she pressed the elevator button. As the doors were about to close, a hand pushed through, forcing them to reopen. Mitchel's handsome face exuded cold determination. He wasted no time, pressing Raegan against the elevator wall and kissing her passionately. Her lips

home? There is a CCTV camera in the elevator." Raegan snapped back to reality and shoved Mitchel away. It was a swift and effective way to end the passionate kiss.

"Your lps and your body still remember me,” he said confidently.
"What does that prove?" Raegan asked angrily.
Mitchel's strength left her with no choice but to rest her hand on his chest as she attempted to keep calm.
"You still love me," Mitchel declared firmly.
"I don't love you anymore, Mitchel." "But I love you.
Let me love you," he said as he held her tightly and nuzzled his head against her neck.
"Give me another chance, Raegan.
Don't be so heartless to me," Mitchel pleaded.
Despite his arrogance, he humbled himself amid this unending pain of living without Raegan.
Tears welled up in Raegan’s eyes, not out of sentiment but because she realized she had lost too much.
She had been waiting for his confession of his feelings for her for so long.

already divorced, yet he finally said he loved her. This wasn't the worst thing. What hurt her the most was the loss

could never be. "It's too late to say you love me." She wouldn't love him anymore, and she wouldn't give him another chance. Moreover, she questioned whether he had ever truly

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