"No, I can talk about it." Mitchel snapped back to reality. "When I was a child, I fell into a frozen lake. Lauren was the one who rescued me."

"A frozen lake?" Erick asked, furrowing his brow. "Are you talking about the lake in the manor of the Duke of Moss?"

Mitchel's gaze darkened. “How do you know about that?"

"I..." Erick was about to disclose something but stopped midsentence.

He was about to set off to Swynborough. He would like to verify the details with the concerned parties first before he revealed anything to Mitchel.

"Well, I've been there before," Erick finally said. "I have to leave now."

Looking at Mitchel's pale face, he added, "Take care of yourself."

Mitchel smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern."

A subtle twitch disrupted Erick's handsome features, realizing his subconscious concern for Mitchel. To Erick, Regarding Mitchel as a part of his family and showing concern for Mitchel was an untimely notion.

"I'm not concerned about you," Erick retorted icily.

With that, he strolled into the villa without waiting for Mitchel's reply.

After playing with Janey for a while, Erick took his leave.

Once Janey drifted into a slumber, Raegan indulged in a milk bath.

Then, emerging from the bath, she draped herself in a towel. When she was passing a mirror, she halted.

Gazing at her reflection, she noticed a hickey on her slender neck.

In an instant, her face went as red as a ripe apple. When had Mitchel done this? She hadn't even noticed it until now!

After pondering over it for a moment, Raegan concluded Mitchel must have done it in his ward.

Raegan attempted to rub the hickey away, but the more she rubbed, the redder it became. Vexed, she finally pulled her hand away.

Fortunately, her collared shirt from before had covered the hickey, concealing it from Erick's notice.

Raegan seethed with frustration. She vowed not to let Mitchel kiss her so wildly next time.