"Uh... I have to take care of..." Raegan tried to find an excuse.

"I don't think our little agreement would work then. We should just forget it," Mitchel cut her off.

Raegan's jaw dropped slightly. How dare he! She sighed. “Our agreement starts today then?"

Mitchel's gaze hardened. They were in the same room, but their minds thought different things. He wanted to save their marriage and she just wanted to run away.

"Yes," Mitchel responded.

"It's not wise for me to stay in your office all the time. The staff might begin to gossip." Raegan's issue wasn't the fact that people would gossip. She just didn't like the idea of being in the same room with Mitchel.

"Nobody is going to gossip about anything. Rest assured," Mitchel said. Despite his words, he couldn't wait to tell everyone that Raegan was his wife.

According to his schedule, Mitchel had a meeting to attend. "Inform Matteo if you need anything," Mitchel said as he rose from his chair.

Raegan nodded.

Once Mitchel was gone, Raegan sneezed. She walked over to the window and opened it. “It's so stuffy. The place really affects my entire mood. I would like to make a few changes, Matteo."

“Sure," Matteo responded, knowing Raegan was Mitchel's wife. Not long after, he regretted having agreed so readily.

The renovation team kept walking in and out of Mitchel's office for the entire afternoon.

The renovation team was perplexed by Mitchel's new preference.

Practically everything was green. A green sofa, desk, chair, file cabinet, even the carpet... They wondered what had happened. What was with Mitchel's sudden love for green?

Raegan wasted millions of dollars to transform Mitchel's office.

When Matteo walked over after finishing his work, he thought he had accidentally walked into the wrong office. After a couple of seconds, he realized he was in the right place. He almost lost his sight due to how green everywhere was.

Mitchel finished his meeting and was about to return to his office when Matteo stopped him. Mitchel frowned in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"We... Well... Mr. Dixon... You see..." Matteo stammered.

Mitchel lifted his foot, ready to head for his office, prompting Matteo to speak quickly. "Maybe you should come back to your office sometime later?"

“Let me through. Now." Mitchel's tone was cold and sharp.