The woman was stunned by Raeganâs boldness, having assumed Raegan was one of her kind.
Shouldnât Raegan be trying to win Mitchel back? How could Raegan insult her in Mitchelâs presence?
âSo what? Sure, Mr.
Dixon may have flirted with me, but heâs not interested in you!â The womanâs fury twisted her features as she retorted without holding back, âAnd whoâs to say how many have flirted with you in secret? Drop the innocent act! Youâre no high-class prostituteâ¦â
Fuming over how close her schemes could have made it earlier, only to be thwarted by Raegan, the woman Lifted her hand in a huff, prepared to hurl the drink at Raegan.
But Raegan caught the womanâs wrist just in time.
âWhether Iâm respectable or not isnât your place to say,â Raegan stated calmly.
Her wrist held by Raegan, the woman could only stare as Raegan tipped her hand, the drink she meant to pour at Raegan dousing herself instead.
After releasing the woman, Raegan watched as the glass clattered to the floor.
âJust remember, careless words come with consequences,â she cautioned.
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She was not sensible enough to read the room and continued to insult Raegan âI struck a nerve, huh? ALL you dolled-up ladies are just the same.
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âEnough!â Mitchelâs voice cut through the air, deep and on the verge of erupting.
The woman smirked.
âLooks like heâs telling you to zip it Mitchel was beside himself with fury.
What a moron this woman was!
He blurted out, âIdiot!â
Mr.
Ortega, sensing the growing tension, regretted his decision to involve the woman, a choice he aimed to please Mitchel instead of upsetting him.
Attempting to diffuse the situation, he joked, âWell, Mr.
Dixonâs allure is really irresistible.
See, these two stunning women are vying for his attention.
Thatâs something most of us can only dream of!â
The room filled with laughter at Mr.
Ortegaâs attempt to lighten the mood.
The laughter and jesting continued around them.
âItâs a rare sight indeed.
â
âSure, if Mr.
Dixon werenât here, maybe the rest of us would stand a chance.
But with him around, weâre all out of luck.
â
The menâs jokes, fueled by alcohol, took a dive into coarseness.
Meanwhile, Raegan felt lost, unable to pinpoint who Mitchel was rebuking.
Feeling out of place, she questioned the point of this squabble.
Engaging in a spat with a woman and being perceived as envious by onlookers felt utterly foolish to her.
Raegan turned to Mitchel, her heart cooling.
âMitchel, are you ready to give up without any inquiry?â
Mitchelâs expression grew stern, as if he couldnât tolerate her presence here anymore.
Raegan bit her lip, fighting back her tears.
âFine by me.
If itâs meant to be, itâll be.
Itâs best we donât waste our time.
â
Mitchelâs fists clenched, a surge of distress washing over him.
Not to waste time? Was Raegan implying he shouldnât squander hers?
âAnd about Stefan, weâre just acquaintances.
Our meeting was coincidental, not what you might assume.
â Raeganâs initial confidence had ebbed away, leaving her in doubt.
She wondered if Mitchel cared about her explanation.
Despite her discomfort, Raegan felt compelled to clarify her intentions for being here.
She wanted to end the confusion that had lingered over the past few days.
Having said her piece, Raegan turned briskly and exited, leaving a stunned Mitchel behind.