Chapter 823

Chapter 823:

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He speculated that the rich were subject to erratic mood swings. However, now that she was a member of the Kingbel Club, it seemed inevitable that their paths would cross again.

With that idea in mind, Amilia reached into her pocket and pulled out a pristine business card that Mitchel had given her. Carefully, he entered his name and number into the phone.

“Matteo Jenkins,” Amilia muttered under her breath several times the name printed on the business card, noting his title of executive assistant.

Oblivious to the truth that Mitchel did not tell her his real name and simply handed her his assistant's business card, Amilia began to consider her next step. In his mind, although this job seemed modest, the ease with which he was given the membership card suggested considerable wealth, probably in the hundreds of millions.

Plus, he was incredibly handsome. Amilia was captivated. Her heart had been captivated from the moment she saw him.

Mitchel headed toward the parking lot, feeling a slight discomfort in his body. He had sat up for a long time tonight and had given up his usual therapeutic bath.

After waiting in the car, Matteo received a text message from an unknown number.

The message said: «Hello, Matteo, I'm Amilia. Here's my number. Thanks for today. "I'd like to take you out to lunch sometime."

Matteo frowned and blocked the number.

Seeing Mitchel approaching, Matteo quickly got out of the car and opened the door for him.

As his fingers brushed the doorknob, Matteo whispered, "Someone is following us."

Mitchel became serious. Without saying a word, he prepared to get into the car.

Just then, a voice shouted from behind: "Mitchel!"

Mitchel turned around, only to be hugged tightly by Raegan.

Raegan nestled her head against his chest, taking in the texture of his shirt, the faint medicinal scent, and his cold presence. Everything fit together perfectly. Realized. The person who had kept her at the club before was Mitchel.

Raegan looked at Mitchel and found that his eyes were unusually calm, devoid of emotion.

Once her suspicions were confirmed, Raegan's heart raced with excitement and her eyes reddened. “Mitchel,” she murmured, still partially embraced, reluctant to let go. «It was you a moment ago, right? It was you, right?

Meanwhile, Matteo had discreetly faded into the background, placing himself where he wouldn't attract attention.

Mitchel's handsome face remained impassive, devoid of any perceptible emotion, while Raegan's tears flowed incessantly.

Raegan feared the possibility of hearing hurtful words from Mitchel.

Although his vision was blurred by swollen and watery eyes, the physical closeness was undeniable. Every subtle hint suggested that Mitchel still cared about her. How could she believe that he didn't love her anymore?

Gripping Mitchel's shirt tightly, Raegan sobbed. «Janey mentioned that you protected her from hitting the corner of the table that day. I'm sorry I misunderstood you. But could you at least give me a clue about your reasons for being so cold to me? I'm losing confidence..."

Despite her swollen eyes, Raegan's beauty was still intact. The dim glow of the streetlights gave it a moving air, similar to that of a pristine white lily fallen to the ground.

"A hint?" Mitchel's lips curved into a faint, disdainful smile. "What would you like to hear?"

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