Chapter 625

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"You have to go now," she urged him, blushing.

Mitchel looked at her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

"There is no rush right now."

Mitchel dressed Raegan in the clothes Matteo had bought her, carefully putting each item on her, and gently dried her hair with a clean towel.

It was smooth and thorough.

Raegan felt a sweet warmth from his care, aside from those intimate moments when he dominated her pleas and teased her mercilessly.

At all other times, Mitchel was incredibly attentive, kind, and protective.

Holding her tightly, Mitchel seemed to have difficulty letting go, his lips lightly brushing her cheek as he asked in a deep voice, "Will you wait for me tonight?"

Raegan felt her cheeks heat up as she gently refused. «No, not tonight.

Memories of her recent passionate moments with Mitchel left her body tender and aching, causing a mixture of admiration and bewilderment at the instinctive way in which men seemed to navigate the waters of pleasure.

Although Raegan found these moments pleasant at times, the frequency overwhelmed her.

Mitchel had often called Raegan fragile in the past, always taking care to lift her spirits and make sure she felt appreciated before they got carried away.

"I won't be long." Mitchel tried to persuade her with a hint of persuasion in his voice. "And tonight?"

Mitchel had spent a lot of time trying to lift Raegan's spirits and, having skimmed the surface of their connection, had been left wanting more.

"I have to get back to Janey." Raegan stood firm in her decision.

Unperturbed, Mitchel proposed: "Then I will go to your villa."

But Raegan was adamant. "No, let's not go." The intensity of Mitchel's resistance in the midst of passionate moments, although exciting, also awakened in her a fear of what she could become, something beyond mere playful banter.

Noticing Mitchel's disappointed expression, Raegan fought back a feeling of guilt. He had been considerate, holding back to make sure she had a great time, and there she was, possibly too rigid in her posture. "Maybe I'm being too harsh," she mused, reconsidering her refusal.

“Tomorrow night,” Raegan suggested, a warm blush on her cheeks. «Come to my house tomorrow. I want to introduce you to Janey.

Mitchel's expression brightened instantly, her voice wavering with emotion as she asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I think it's about time Janey knows that you are her biological father."

Despite Janey's tendency to call Mitchel "Dad," she would change her address at any sign of Raegan's disapproval, a situation that invariably tugged at Raegan's heartstrings.

The truth that Mitchel was indeed Janey's father, in every legal and emotional sense, was something Janey was unaware of. Raegan felt the urgent need to clarify this truth.

Mitchel's embrace grew firmer and his voice filled with emotion. "Thanks my love. He had longed for this recognition, remaining silent out of respect for Raegan's rhythm, while harboring a deep desire to receive it. "I swear to be a good father to Janey and a good partner to you, to love and protect you both, always."

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