Mitchelâs gaze darkened.
âHow do you know about that?â
âIâ¦â Erick was about to disclose something but stopped midsentence.
He was about to set off to Swynborough.
He would like to verify the details with the concerned parties first before he revealed anything to Mitchel.
âWell, Iâve been there before,â Erick finally said.
âI have to leave now.
â
Looking at Mitchelâs pale face, he added, âTake care of yourself.
â
Mitchel smiled and said, âThank you for your concern.
â
A subtle twitch disrupted Erickâs handsome features, realizing his subconscious concern for Mitchel.
To Erick, Regarding Mitchel as a part of his family and showing concern for Mitchel was an untimely notion.
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âIâm not concerned about you,â Erick retorted icily.
With that, he strolled into the villa without waiting for Mitchelâs reply.
After playing with Janey for a while, Erick took his leave.
Once Janey drifted into a slumber, Raegan indulged in a milk bath.
Then, emerging from the bath, she dr@ped herself in a towel.
When she was passing a mirror, she halted.
Gazing at her reflection, she noticed a hickey on her slender neck.
In an instant, her face went as red as a ripe apple.
When had Mitchel done this? She hadnât even noticed it until now!
After pondering over it for a moment, Raegan concluded Mitchel must have done it in his ward.
Raegan attempted to rub the hickey away, but the more she rubbed, the redder it became.
Vexed, she finally pulled her hand away.
Fortunately, her collared shirt from before had covered the hickey, concealing it from Erickâs notice.
Raegan seethed with frustration.
She vowed not to let Mitchel ki*s her so wildly next time.
Next time⦠Wait.
Why there was a next time? Patting her slightly flushed face, Raegan scolded herself inwardly.
What on earth was she envisioning her future with Mitchel?
When Raegan slipped into a night robe, ready to go to bed, her phone rang.
It was Mitchel.
Despite the late hour, he hadnât turned in for the night yet.
With a furrowed brow, Raegan answered.
Mitchelâs magnetic voice resonated through the phone.
âAre you asleep?â
âHow would I answer the phone if I was asleep?â Raegan retorted in an irritable tone.
âAre you upset?â Mitchel asked.