Raegan said, âNo more for now.
Give your stomach some time to digest.
â
It was late at night, and Raegan didnât want to summon the maid to do the dishes.
She tidied up the table and was about to wash the plates.
Right then, Mitchel walked over to the sink and started to do the washing.
His tall stature made the sink look low by comparison, setting up a slightly awkward yet cozy and pleasant vibe.
With everything finished, it seemed like there was nothing else to do.
But Mitchel lingered, asking in a gentle tone, âMay I check on Janey?â
Raegan agreed and started to remove her apron, accidentally tightening the knot.
Mitchel offered to help, his voice deep.
âAllow me.
â
As Mitchel skillfully untied the knot, his fingers sometimes brushed Raeganâs neck, making her shiver slightly.
The way she stood facing the wall while he stood behind her gave off a daring vibe.
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âWhy are your ears so red?â Mitchel asked with a soft chuckle.
His lazy laughter echoed Like the deep notes of a cello, filling every corner and sinking into Raeganâs skin.
It wasnât just her ears.
Her neck was also blushing.
âAre you finished?â she asked.
âYes.
â Mitchel removed the apron and casually placed it on the kitchen counter.
Raegan found herself at a loss for words.
Mitchelâs intense stare, reminiscent of a night creatureâs, made Raeganâs cheeks warm.
âYou should leave after checking on Janey.
â
After seeing Janey, Mitchel hesitated at the door, not quite ready to go.
âWhen might I spend the night here?â
Raegan felt her cheeks burn.
âOnly in your dreams.
â
With that, she forcefully closed the door.
Outside, Mitchel gazed at the door, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
He began to feel a hint of hope.
On the way back.
Matteo reported, âMr.
Dixon, the security team just called in.
Theyâve got a lead on the blood-sampling suspect who got away.
â