Mitchel Lowered his eyes to appreciate Raegan's earlobe between his fingers. His thin lips curved up slightly, and he said slowly, "Well?

Wanna test me?"

Raegan was speechless.

Why was he so vulgar suddenly?

Unable to take it anymore, she shrank while saying cautiously, "I need to use the bathroom."

This time, Mitchel didn't hold her back. He just loosened his grip, and she ran straight into the bathroom.

Raegan sat on the toilet bowl idly for a long time. When she finally walked out, the bed was empty.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps Mitchel went to another room to take a shower since she locked herself in this bathroom.

It was almost eight o'clock now. Mitchel must be getting ready to go to work soon.

Raegan called out to the maid, hoping she could come to help her with a bath.

The maid answered from downstairs and said she would be with her shortly.

Although Raegan didn't want to be a bother, she had no choice now, given her injuries. She filled up the tub with water, took off her nightdress, and went in for a soak.

Shortly after, the bathroom door was pushed open.

One of Raegan's hands was dangling outside the bathtub now. There was a towel wrapped around it to prevent water from splashing on the bandage.

Without turning her head, she said softly, "I'm almost done bathing.

Could you please help me dry off my body?"

She waited for a response. And when she got none, she looked up in the reflective glass. She almost jumped out of the tub when she saw the reflection of a tall man, standing with his arms folded while gawking at her.

"You... How could you..." Raegan's face flushed as she tried to cover up, but she couldn't reach the towels now.

With a smirk at the corners of his lips, Mitchel raised his brows and said, "She went out to get some groceries. She asked me to stand in for her."

"Get out!" Raegan was furious.