As Mitchel held her, his tears seemed to fall on her neck, touching her deeply.
Raegan stood still, somewhat disbelieving. Was he crying once more?
Though it was just a single tear, its starkness in contrast to his usual demeanor left her stunned.
Mitchel, who seemed so strong and invincible, was now showing his vulnerability before her, not for the first time.
After a while, Mitchel managed to say, “Thank you for bringing Janey into the world.”
Raegan’s body involuntarily trembled. His simple expression of gratitude stirred a deep emotion within her, bringing tears to her eyes. It transported her back to the terrifying moment when she fell into the river, her sole thought was to protect her unborn child at all costs. This conviction was why she often said Janey was her life, as she had indeed risked everything just to give birth to Janey.
Reflecting on those harrowing times caused Raegan’s heart to throb with renewed pain. The pain made it impossible for her to face Mitchel any longer. Almost without any hesitation, she forcefully pushed him away.
Under Mitchel’s stunned gaze, Raegan forcefully closed the door, the sound echoing loudly.
The solid red pearwood door didn’t just block Mitchel’s access. It symbolized the resolute shutting of Raegan’s heart to him.
Raegan, leaning against the door, felt drained and stood there for what seemed like an eternity, Her emotions transitioning from hurt to a firm resolve. She silently vowed not to let Mitchel sway her emotions again.
Outside.
Mitchel was left standing, appearing lost and devoid of life.
Matteo came over, calling out to Mitchel twice, yet receiving no reaction.
Observing the closed door and Mitchel’s distraught expression, Matteo sighed deeply and suggested, “Mr. Dixon, let’s return to the hospital.”
In the calm of the evening, after a hectic day at work, Nicole was about to drive home.
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As Nicole approached her red Maserati, the headlights of a black luxury sports car abruptly turned on, casting a harsh Light.
She shielded her eyes as the car stopped beside her Maserati.
The window of the car lowered, and Jarrod’s distinct features became visible, his voice sounding low and frosty. “Get in.”
Several days had passed since Nicole and Jarrod parted in the hospital.
Nicole had thought Jarrod wouldn’t give up that easily, yet he hadn’t sought her out until now. Was he so easily irritated? It all seemed so dull. She still needed him around. His interest in her couldn’t fade just yet.
With a subtle smile, Nicole murmured, “I need to head home.”
Jarrod gave her a look and offered a smile. “Unless you want me to carry you inside the car, you better hop in the car.”
Jarrod had a small dimple on his left cheek that only showed when he smiled, which Nicole had to look closely to notice.
Lost in thought, Nicole recalled how much she used to enjoy his smile. His dimples, usually a sign of shyness, added a touch of charm to his appearance, making him seem both shy and attractive.