Chapter 507

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Mitchel adhered to all of his guidelines.

However, Raegan was still a little uneasy and opted to leave a night light on. Once everything was arranged, she declared, "Let's go to sleep."

Just as Raegan was about to close her eyes, she noticed that his shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his finely sculpted chest. His complexion flushed from head to toe.

"What are you doing!" After his words, he covered his face with the blanket, revealing only his disheveled hair, a rather endearing image.

A glint of amusement danced in Mitchel's eyes, his voice ringing deep and soothing. "I can't sleep in my outfit."

"But you can't be without clothes!" Raegan's voice protested, muffled under the blanket.

Mitchel, sounding resigned, declared, "Out of habit, I refrain from wearing anything under my shirt."

Fortunately, Mitchel had showered first. Otherwise, Raegan probably wouldn't have allowed it.

In the third drawer on the left is a pair of pajamas that I had custom made for my brother. They are new. “You can put them on.”

There was a subtle chill in Mitchel's tone as he commented, "It must be nice to be your brother."

Raegan was speechless. If I hadn't misunderstood, there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in his voice. Mitchel... Was it possible that he was feeling jealous?

Raegan let the blanket fall from her grasp, her tone reflecting her displeasure as she asked, "Are you planning on wearing them or not?"

Raegan had meticulously made the pajamas by hand and Erick hadn't even had a chance to wear them.

"I'll wear it." Mitchel's gaze narrowed slightly as his fingers slowly worked their way into the sleeves. The movement exposed his well-defined abdominal muscles and sharp V-shaped lines, making the simple act of putting on his pajamas extraordinarily slow.

Raegan couldn't help but wonder if he was intentionally prolonging the process.

Taking a look at his handsome physique, his heart rate momentarily quickened. He turned around and lay down again.

Shortly after, the opposite side of the bed caved in.

Raegan's heart suddenly tightened. It had been a considerable time since she last shared a bed with a man. Furthermore, it was a companion with whom he had exchanged tender moments in the past.

Brooding anxiously, she prayed for Nicole's safety.

"Good night," Mitchel said with a twinkle in his eye, watching Raegan's trembling eyelashes.

The rich resonance of his voice touched Raegan's heart. "Okay," she replied with her eyes closed.

Mitchel's lips curved upward, fixed on his serene, sleepy countenance.

Possibly very fatigued, Raegan soon fell asleep.

There was a cozy warmth in the bedroom.

On the contrary, beyond the West Lake Village, an icy and ominous presence lingered.

Next to the villa, a sleek black car had its window partially rolled down.

Inside, a man wearing a white porcelain half-mask, his left hand covered by an elegant black leather glove, brandished a singular device directed toward Raegan's bedroom upstairs.

This device could penetrate the delicate film of the window screen, clearly observing the activities of the people inside.

Seeing their shared presence on the bed, the leather glove gradually descended.

“Bang!” A resounding breakup.

Indeed, the man broke the window of the vehicle using only his hand.

The glass shards quickly embedded themselves in the leather glove.

The driver, startled and alarmed, exclaimed: "Sir!"

The man's mouth closed tightly as he removed the glove. As he had predicted, the palm of his hand was dripping with fresh blood.

The pale skin showed old scars, remarkably wild and terrifying.

The man casually adorned himself with a new glove, showing no intention of tending to his wound.

The driver refrained from saying any more words, simply observing the movement of the man's thin lips. "Let's go".

The car started.

Looking back toward the billowing curtain-adorned bedroom upstairs, the man's lips abruptly formed a chilling smile.

Then his lips moved silently. Barely noticeable, but they conveyed a sense of ownership: They only belonged to me!

In the warm bedroom, Mitchel, resting his head, watched Raegan sleeping peacefully, harboring a bitter smile inside. Her trust in him exceeded reasonable limits. He remained undecided regarding the fortune of his excessive confidence.

Slowly, he leaned in, gently pressing his lips against her forehead.

Raegan slept peacefully, her tender, perfumed form was tantalizingly intoxicating, and each caress ignited an insatiable desire in Mitchel.

Mitchel's heart filled with desire, struggling to contain his longing.

His gaze deepened as he tried to suppress his desire. He didn't dare betray the trust he had worked so hard to earn.

Although holding on was a challenge, after having already waited five years, I could hold on a little longer. He hoped she would willingly give herself to him.

Reluctantly, he looked away from her face and, just as he was about to lean back to rest, he heard her murmur. "Dear…"

The peacefully sleeping Raegan suddenly uttered such a sentence.

Instantly, Mitchel's heart raced uncontrollably.

He gently pinched Raegan's cheek, his voice hoarse, as he asked, "What did you just say?"

Possibly uncomfortable with the pinch, Raegan pulled away, making an unconscious hum.

Only then did Mitchel realize that he was talking in his sleep.

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