Matteo nodded in response.

Raegan became even more anxious. She had waited because she thought he could help Nicole, not for him to take her home.

"Mitchel..."

Mitchel opened his eyes lazily and looked at her.

At the thought of the numerous rejections she had received tonight, Raegan said impulsively, “Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?"

Mitchel didn't refuse, so the two of them went up together.

As soon as they entered the living room, Mitchel sat on the couch, leaned back lazily, and crossed his legs. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined arm muscles, and closed his eyes.

Raegan didn't prepare tea. Instead, she went to the kitchen and made some soup for him to sober up.

She then brought a bowl to the living room, put it on the coffee table, and said softly, "Mitchel, I made soup for you. Have some to relieve your hangover."

There were no chairs beside the couch, so Raegan just stood there.

She had already taken off her coat, and she now wore a white cotton sweater and a pair of blue jeans, which accentuated her beautiful curves.

She wasn't wearing a revealing outfit. But looking at her still made Mitchel's throat dry for a few seconds.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out, picked up the bowl, and drank a spoonful of the soup.

The warm liquid warmed his stomach, and his furrowed brows relaxed a lot.

Raegan noticed the change in Mitchel's expression. She thought he was in a better mood now, so she said cautiously, “Can you help me make an appointment with Jarrod?"

Although Mitchel already knew her intention, he still couldn't help feeling annoyed when he heard her speak so bluntly.

He pursed his lips, grabbed his coat, and stood up.

When Raegan saw that he was about to leave, she grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, “Are you leaving?”

Mitchel looked at her indifferently.

"I've finished the soup."