At Matteoâs signal, the bodyguards swiftly escorted Lauren, Vicente, and the doorman out.
The hall then regained its peaceful atmosphere.
Raegan, feeling a mix of disappointment and depression, followed Mitchel into the chamber, though unwillingly.
Once inside, she noticed they were alone and asked, âWhere are the other guests?â
Mitchel, unbothered, answered, âThey couldnât make it to dinner.
Shall we begin?â
Raegan, speechless, doubted his honesty.
Deciding to leave as there were no other guests, she smelt the tempting aroma of the dishes on the table.
Right after she rose, her stomach rumbled loudly.
How embarrassing that was!
Mitchel gestured toward the spread of food and asked softly, âYou sure you want to head out now?â
Raegan found herself at a loss for words.
Damn! He knew her too well!
The table was laden with all her favorite dishes.
Raegan replied hesitantly, âI guess itâd be a shame to let all this go to waste.
â
Hearing this, Mitchel leaned in suddenly, his eyes burning with intensity.
âBefore you enjoy the dishes, can I ask you something?â
They were so close that Raegan could smell his cologne, making her heart race.
Was he trying to charm her?
She leaned back, feeling a bit uneasy, and asked, âWhatâs that?â
âAre you happy with it?â Mitchel inquired.
âWhat exactly do you mean?â Reagan asked, a bit puzzled by his question.
Mitchel leaned in closer, backing Raegan against the wall.
âI mean, are you happy with how Iâve handled things, honey?â
Mitchelâs warm breath enveloped Raegan.
Mitchel leaned casually with his right arm dr@ped over the chairâs back.
His lips were mere inches from Raeganâs face.
Raeganâs heart raced with nervousness, almost choking her.
Memories of the scene when Mitchel ki*sed and bit her the other day flooded her mind.
The marks of that encounter still lingered on her skin and served as visible reminders during her showers.
The rush of embarrassment made Raegan blush as she thought about it.