Humph! He was still upset.
He had to keep his poker face.
âYou!â The woman grasped her chest, struggling to articulate her frustration.
Raegan chose not to engage further with the woman.
Turning her attention to Mitchel, she asked, âCould we have a word?â
Despite his urge to look up at Raegan, Mitchel, without so much as a glance, grabbed another drink and stated icily, âIâm busy.
â His voice was devoid of any warmth, treating Raegan as if she were a stranger.
Raegan felt a pang of hurt.
âI just need a moment.
â
Noticing Mr.
Ortegaâs fixed stare on Raegan, Mitchelâs irritation grew.
He knitted his brows and said impatiently, âI told you Iâm busy.
Isnât that clear enough?â
âMatteo!â Mitchel questioned, âWhat are you waiting for?â His implication was to have Matteo show Raegan to the door.
Matteo was puzzled, wondering if the alcohol had dulled Mitchelâs senses.
Raegan got straight to the point, asking, âMitchel, were you in Ashfield last night?â
The question seemed to strike a nerve, as Mitchelâs look turned even colder.
He retorted, âAsking about my whereabouts? Who do you think you are to me?â
Raegan inhaled deeply and confessed, âIâm someone who wants to give us a try.
Does that count for anything?â
Raeganâs words stirred something in Mitchel, his desire to draw her into his arms burning.
She wanted to give them a try? But why did she lie to him last night? She was with Stefan the previous night, yet she claimed she was with someone he wasnât familiar with.
He had rushed over upon learning her whereabouts, only to meet with her entering the hotel with Stefan.
Nah! He couldnât stomach that.
Reflecting on the previous night, Mitchel clenched his teeth, his voice icy and sharp.
âYou want to give us a try? Do you think youâre skilled at playing games?â
Mitchelâs face turned stern, exuding a daunting aura.
Raegan felt a chill.
She bit her lip, saying, âI didnât.
.
But Raegan was interrupted by a mocking voice nearby.
âSo, youâve been rejected and youâre pathetically holding on.
Drop the act of being decent!â
The woman assumed Raegan was one of her kind.
Clad in fine clothes, Raegan appeared affluent, clearly not sharing the womanâs occupation.
But to the woman, Raegan was just another poor thing dumped by a man, no better than herself.
âWhat a sight! This gentleman has turned you away and here you are, shamelessly trying to win him back!â
Her words irked Mitchel, his hand tightening around the glass, nearly shattering it.
He struggled to keep his composure, finding it hard to tolerate any baseless accusations directed at Raegan.
He was agitated, knowing this wasnât a good sign.
Oblivious to Mitchelâs darkened face, the woman stood up, brushing past Raegan on purpose.
It was a clear challenge.
Raegan, repulsed, took a step back and offered a smile, remarking, âIt seems youâre not aware of whoâs truly pitiful here.
â
The womanâs expression hardened.
âWhat are you implying?â
Raeganâs smile was faint.
âMaybe I got it wrong.
It seems youâre fine with being a lover, so maybe my sympathy is misplaced.
â