Raegan replied and then stood in front of the dressing mirror, surprised.
Her neck was marked with hickeys of various sizes.
How could Mitchel ki*s her neck this fervently? That was too much!
Raegan opened the wardrobe with frustration and picked out a vintage lace shirt, but there were still some hickeys that she couldnât hide.
Left with no alternative, she chose a silk scarf.
However, hiding the hickeys seemed to only draw more attention.
Reaching the dining table, Raegan froze at the sight of Mitchel holding Janey.
Mitchel did not leave! He stormed out of her room just moments ago.
Now, here Mitchel was, skinning a sweet potato for Janey.
Noticing Raeganâs hesitation, Annis looked her way and mentioned, âMr.
Dixon arrived early today to join Janey for breakfast.
â
At the table, Janey and Mitchel set their eyes on Raegan.
âMommy, over here!â Janeyâs eyes sparkled with excitement.
Raegan moved closer and sat down.
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Try some.
â
Raegan hadnât pulled herself together and stole a glance at Mitchel.
Mitchel didnât return her gaze, focusing instead on Janey and the task of peeling the sweet potato, showing no intention of acknowledging Raegan.
The silence was uncomfortable.
Janey encouraged, âMommy, try it.
Daddy peeled it himself!â
âAlright.
â Raegan tasted a piece of the sweet potato.
Its sweetness was preserved since it was roasted in its skin.
âDoes it taste good?â Janey asked, her eyes full of curiosity.
Mitchel looked up, casting a brief glance at Raeganâs unusual outfit.
Raegan blushed and said, âYes.
â
âYou should say thanks to daddy, right? You always tell me to thank people who help me,â Janey reminded Raegan in her innocent tone.
âMommy, did you forget?â
Hearing this, Raeganâs cheeks deepened in color.
She bowed her head and said quickly, âThank you.
â Her voice was barely audible, like a whisper.
âMommyâ¦â Janey frowned.
âYou should make eye contact when you say thank you.
You just thanked your plate, not daddy.
â
Lifting her head, Raegan met Mitchelâs intense gaze, recalling how he had admired her in the morning light, complimenting every inch of her with a heartfelt âVery beautiful!â
Raeganâs ears felt hot in response.
She managed to say, âThanks.
The sweet potato is really good.
â