Chapter 162

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In the men's bathroom, a heavy silence hung in the air.

The sound of footsteps against the ground echoed with disturbing clarity.

Raegan remained motionless. Each step reverberated through her like a relentless drum.

Meanwhile, Mitchel stood in front of her, exuding nothing but calm. His handsome features showed no signs of inner turmoil.

Raegan dug her nails into her palms in frustration.

Mitchel was unaware of her role as Henley's fake girlfriend. It seemed baffling to her that he could remain so calm and blameless for his behavior.

However, now was not the time to confront him. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered in such a compromising situation.

He racked his brain and tried to find a way out. However, knowing Mitchel, he must have a way to solve it.

Raegan looked at him, her beautiful eyes conveying a silent plea.

Realizing what he meant, Mitchel's expression darkened and he asked quietly, "Are you asking me for help?"

His voice was unusually cold. Raegan knew exactly what that meant. I was waiting for her to make a decision. After all, only she could please him, as she had done countless times before.

Knock Outside, Henley knocked lightly on the door and asked loudly, "Is anyone inside?"

A sudden shiver ran down Raegan's spine.

Startled, she impulsively wrapped her arms around Mitchel's neck and wrapped her legs around his slim waist. Not only that, but his red lips were almost brushing her throat.

A gasp almost escaped Mitchel's lips.

Panicking, Raegan quickly covered her mouth. But then, he almost slipped.

Mitchel's steady hand caught her just in time.

Meanwhile, Henley had already lost his patience. He reached for the doorknob, intending to open it.

At that moment a janitor entered.

«Sir, this CR is under maintenance. Please use another bathroom,” he said with a cleaning cart in tow.

«Do you need to use this bathroom right now? "I'm about to start cleaning."

Henley froze. He noticed that there was a gap under the cabin, but he didn't dare bend down and check it.

Although uncomfortable, Henley decided to leave.

The janitor began cleaning and the sound of the vacuum cleaner and mop filled the room.

Raegan relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. Not wanting to hold on to Mitchel any longer, she tried to climb down, but he pressed her hips against the door.

In the dim light, Mitchel's eyes turned cold and he sneered, "Are you going to leave after using me?"

«Use you? It was the janitor who came in, no…”

Bang! Mitchel slammed his fist on the door, and the sound echoed through the bathroom.

Raegan flinched and her eyes shot open.

The janitor was right outside the cubicle, right?

Had Mitchell gone crazy?

For some reason, the cleaner outside seemed oblivious, as if he hadn't heard anything.

And then it dawned on him. Mitchel must have agreed with the janitor.

That also meant that he had planned to drag her to the men's room to embarrass her.

Anger washed over Raegan. He gritted his teeth and protested, “Put me down. "I have to go back."

"Return"? Mitchel repeated, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"So?"

His disdainful look made Raegan's heart sink. He realized that he could not return to the chamber in its current state. But right now, he had to go back first and think of an explanation later.

I was disoriented. Mitchel, on the other hand, seemed abnormally normal. He remained neatly dressed and composed. All his expressions radiated disconnection from the world around him.

It was as if he had nothing to do with her current state.

“That’s none of your business,” Raegan huffed.

"Ha ha ha. "Can I really do nothing to you?"

Raegan frowned. She opened her mouth, ready to argue about who was really to blame.

But Mitchel cut her off.

"When will you learn?"

Suddenly, the room went dark. Mitchel leaned towards her and kissed her. His lips were cold and he kissed her hard. As he sucked on her lips, she felt an inexplicable sensation that made her hair stand on end.

Stunned, Raegan tried to turn her head away, but he held her face firmly. He even bit her lips as if he were teaching her a lesson.

Raegan winced and let out a soft moan.

But Mitchel wasn't done yet.

His fingers grabbed her possessively, leaving her cheeks flushed.

Raegan's mind teetered on the edge of the abyss. She tried to push his hands away with all her might, but he didn't budge in the slightest.

Although Mitchel wanted more, he held back and only intended to tease her. He couldn't accept the fact that she no longer responded to him like before.

Their fierce fight resembled a lopsided boxing match, with Raegan clearly outmatched.

Finally she stopped resisting and just let him bite and nibble her lips.

His thoughts became hazy and his consciousness faded, save for the sensation of his tongue.

Barely clinging to consciousness, he weakly uttered: “You are shameless, Mitchel. What are you trying to prove?

Of course, Mitchel was out to prove something, as was evident in his actions.

"What do you think I'm trying to prove?" He stood there, breathing heavily. He pressed the tip of a finger against his lips.

The air was charged with an intoxicating aroma.

«Don't deny it. You still have feelings for me, right?

Not wanting to see his smug expression, Raegan looked away. But Mitchel grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his intense eyes.

Mitchel's handsome, sharp-featured face was dotted with beads of sweat.

His shirt, soaked with sweat, gave the impression of restraint.

He raised an eyebrow and pressed her for an answer.

You're with Henley just to make me jealous, right?

Although her words about being with Henley were nothing more than to provoke Mitchel, Raegan refused to admit it.

She had already made the mistake of falling in love with him before, and she wouldn't make it with another.

With a slight smile on her lips, Raegan looked him in the eyes and asked: -Mr. Dixon, what are you to me now? Do you think I would risk my reputation just to upset you?

For a moment, Mitchel's face lost color. Then, eyebrows furrowed, he growled, “Raegan, your body doesn't lie.”

Raegan cocked her head, pursed her lips, and nodded.

«I will not deny it. "I just felt something."

Mitchel's expression changed slightly and his spirits lifted.

But then Raegan smiled with satisfaction and added, “But let's be clear, Mr. Dixon.

It was his kissing skills. Nothing else".

She bent down to grab her purse, took out two bills, and stuck them around Mitchel's neck.

“Is two hundred dollars enough for your services?”

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