NovelEnglishPretend Not To Know Each Other Overheard Raegan’s words, Mitchel’s face turned gloomy.
On the other hand, Raegan's face turned pale.
After being with Mitchel for two years, she already knew him weil.
He hated people who lied to him.
But she also thought she wouldn't have much chance to get in touch with this superior CEO of the Dixon Group in the future,
anyway.
So, it didn't matter if he hated her.
In fact, it would be best if he hated her so much that he wouldn't want to see her.
By then, she could have a peaceful life.
Nicole stepped forward, directly blocking Raegan behind her.
Then she looked at Mitchel and warned, "You have caused Raegan so much misery.
So, what's wrong with her wanting a divorce? If someone makes my life miserable, I will kill him with my own hands.” Raegan
was Nicole’s best friend, so Nicole would naturally defend Raegan.
Besides, Raegan was innocent.
It was Mitchel who had done wrong to Raegan.
Mitchel's face was still cold, but he didn't say anything.
Raegan had not seen him for a week.
She noticed that he'd lost a lot of weight, and his face looked a little sickly.
She remembered the day when Matteo told her that Mitchel vomited blood and fainted.
She thought it was Mitchel's trick.
But now that he was in front of her, it seemed to be true.
This was the first time she had seen his frail side.
She admitted that she felt sorry for him.
After all, she had loved him for ten years, and she still loved him until now.
It was difficult for her to be totally indifferent to him.
Raegan knew herself.
Her problem was that she was too easy to be softhearted.
She could not be too ruthless to others.
Even if Mitchel looked sick, it didn’t affect his noble temperament at all.
He was still very handsome despite his sickly appearance.
Raegan thought he would at least ask her some questions, so she had prepared herself to answer them.
However, it didn't happen.
He strode away from her as if he didn’t know her.
Back then, after they got their divorce certificate, Raegan said to Mitchel that they should never see each other again.
Was this his response to her words? But this was what she wanted, right? Why did she still feel sad when she saw his
indifference? Time was really a terrible thing.
Many emotions that had been kept for a long time came out naturally.
Raegan took a deep breath and blinked a few times.
She convinced herself that it was a good thing.
If they didn't have any contacts, they would forget each other sooner.
Jarrod glanced at Mitchel and saw his cold look.
Then he stood by Nicole's side and whispered, "I still have something to settle with you later.” Nicole froze, and her face turned
pale upon hearing this.
Since Nicole and Raegan were both drunk, Nicole called a designated driver to take them home.
She let the driver send Raegan home first, then asked the driver to send her to Jarrod's apartment.
When she was already in front of the door, she felt very uneasy.
She had no idea what awaited her inside, but she knew that Jarrod had too many ways to torture people.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Then she reached out and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened automatically.
As she walked into the apartment, she kept reminding herself to be good.
She had to be obedient so that things would end quickly.
Then she could leave.
Jarrod was still in his suit.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to her.
When he heard her come in, he turned around and looked at her with cold eyes, making her feel like he had just crawled out of
hell.
"Well, I must say that you've done a good job with your little tricks.” Jarrod's tone was flat.
But for some reason, it made Nicole feel even more scared.
Nicole couldn't guess what he knew, so she had to play dumb.
"What do you mean?" Jarrod took out a stack of photos and threw them on her face.
The sharp corner of one of the photos even cut her ear..
"The night before yesterday, it was Korbin from the Capital Company.
Yesterday afternoon, it was Mr.
Freeman.
What a tight schedule.” He paused.
But without waiting for her answer, he disdainfully asked in a low voice, "Nicole, are you sure you have entertained all of them?"
Nicole felt like she was struck by lightning.
Her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of a word to retort.
It turned out that Jarrod knew all about her making allies.
She panicked, thinking she was doomed this time.
Nicole was so scared that she turned around and was about to run out.
She didn't have time to think about anything.
But before she could take a step, Jarrod quickly grabbed her neck and pressed her face hard against the French window.
He pressed his thin lips against her ear from behind and asked coldly, "Where did they touch you?” Nicole was terrified.
Her face was pressed hard against the thick glass, making her feel like it was about to deform.
And she felt that Jarrod was tying up her hands behind with a chain.
He must be going crazy again.
What if he would kill her this time? At the thought of this, Nicole trembled all over.
She struggled while explaining, "No, they didn't touch me.” Would Jarrod believe Nicole? He hated people who resisted his
control, so he was blinded by anger now.
"Do you know what I hate the most? It's when other people touch my toys.” Jarrod looked at Nicole with gloom in his eyes.
He stretched out his long arm and took a bottle of champagne from the wine rack.
His handsome face was filled with cruelty.
"Since you are dirty, I must disinfect you.” Suddenly, Nicole's mind went blank again.
When she came back to her senses, she roared angrily, "Jarrod, are you crazy? Let go of me!” Jarrod sneered, pressed his long
legs against hers, and said coldly, “What do you think?" While still pressing Nicole's head against the glass, Jarrod's slender
fingers pressed the champagne’s cork down and shook it vigorously, waiting for the fine bubbles to rise.
Nicole's eyes widened.
Fear surged up in her heart.
She cursed, “Jarrod, you are a fucking crazy dog!” He was actually worse than a crazy dog.
How could she be obedient to him if he was like this? Suddenly, there was a plop.
The champagne lid had already popped out.
The pungent alcohol spurted out and sprayed onto Nicole's head, face, and body.
Her eyes were hit by the liquid, making her feel like she was going blind.
Every hair on her body was stimulated to stand up.
Behind her, Jarrod smiled sinisterly.
He looked like the devil from hell.
He was happy to see her pale expression.
Seeing her look miserable, all the malice was revealed in his eyes.
“We are just getting started.
Please bear with me.”
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