“But... About Jarrod..." Raegan stammered.

Mitchel's brows furrowed tightly. He interrupted, "You want me to help you just because you gave me a bowl of soup?"

Raegan pursed her lips.

"No. I don't mean it like that. I "

Before she could finish her words, Mitchel casually pulled a stack of money from his pocket, slammed it on the coffee table, and said coldly, "I'll pay for it."

Raegan was stunned for a moment. Her face turned pale, and tears welled up her eyes.

Upon seeing her like this, Mitchel's heart was overwhelmed by frustration and annoyance.

He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and walked to the door.

Raegan caught up with him. This time, she could no longer hold back her tears, "Mitchel, please help me. I'm really desperate now."

The next moment, Mitchel pulled her hard and pressed her against the door.

Then, he lowered his head and conquered her lips. They shared a passionate kiss.

Mitchel's eyes turned red. It was as if he had been suppressing his desire for a long time. His kiss became intense and fierce.

Raegan's legs went weak, and she struggled to maintain her balance.

Mitchel felt this, and it pushed him to become more aggressive. His hand slipped under her sweater, pushing aside the strap of her bra, and squeezed her breasts.

Raegan jolted from the stimulating sensation. Her face turned even paler. She pushed Mitchel hard, creating some distance between them.

Mitchel didn't insist. Instead, he said mockingly, "Didn't you invite me here to sleep with you?"

Raegan frantically fixed the strap of her bra. She trembled with anger.

“When did I say I wanted to sleep with you?"

The expression on her face now mirrored the defiance she had shown when she confronted him for Henley before.

When Mitchel was reminded of it, the anger in his heart reignited.