Her entire perception of him started from the moment they met recently. So far, he was always there for her, never losing his temper no matter what she did. He even bore pain when she was attacked.

What Mitchel had done for her made her feel like she was slowly being won over, without even realizing it. These feelings were warning signs for her. Raegan realized she couldn't let herself fall for his gentle trap. She decided to keep her distance from him.

After pondering for some time, Raegan gave in to her tiredness and drifted off to sleep.

At Raegan's soft and even breath, Mitchel opened his eyes. Wanting to ensure she slept peacefully, he pretended to be asleep.

He drew her closer and adjusted the air conditioner to a gentle setting.

Her face, the only part uncovered, shone like porcelain, pale and luminous. He couldn't resist caressing her soft cheek, his eyes filled with affection.

He knew he wanted more than just her presence. He wanted her by his side forever. He wished to share every sunrise and sunset with her for the rest of their lives.

In the afternoon, Nicole went with her superior to a negotiation meeting.

By the elevator, she ran into Jarrod, who was there for a different meeting.

Jarrod was easy to spot in the crowd, dressed sharply in all black, with a neat crew cut, looking handsome and distinguished.

When Jarrod stepped into the elevator and turned around, his eyes landed on Nicole, dressed smartly in a pencil skirt, and he was momentarily captivated.

Jarrod's gaze was icy, charged with a palpable sense of aggression.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Nicole averted her gaze without a trace of emotion.

A bodyguard blocked Nicole's path, his demeanor indifferent. "No entry at this moment. Wait for the next elevator, please."

Nicole complied, standing quietly with her documents.

Just as the elevator doors began to close, Jarrod, with his unique fingers, stopped them. His eyes were dark. "Come in.”

Hearing this, the bodyguard smartly moved aside.

Nicole, not wanting to join the elevator with Jarrod, said softly, “No, thank you."

Jarrod remained unmoved, his foot wedging the elevator door open, seemingly prepared to wait it out.

Bystanders began to take notice. Nicole's workmates were close by.