Both Mitchel and Raegan let out a relieved exhale.

Annis quickly grabbed Janey and suggested to Mitchel, “Mr. Dixon, perhaps you need to change your clothes.”

Raegan felt the name way. She was just about to offer to pay for his ruined outfit when Janey chimed in, "Daddy, the clothes mommy made for Erick are upstairs. You can go and change into them."

Raegan was amused by Janey's eager suggestion. She still remembered Mitchel was particular about his clothing, always choosing high-end, custom-made pieces from his favorite Italian brand.

Raegan inquired, “Are you still exclusive to that Italian brand? I can order a custom set for you."

Mitchel gave her a look, a faint smile playing on his lips, and gently replied, “No need for that. Janey mentioned there are clothes for me to change into, right?"

Raegan was at a loss for words. She couldn't comprehend what experiences had led Mitchel to change so much. He now seemed unfazed by the prospect of not wearing his preferred clothing. Even though Erick's size was close to his, for someone like him used to tailored outfits, off-the-peg clothes would likely feel uncomfortable.

Raegan proposed, "Maybe you should head back and change?"

“I've got a meeting coming up soon," Mitchel explained his situation.

Left with no choice, Raegan led him upstairs to get the clothes.

There was a room specifically prepared for Erick in the house, where his clothes were kept.

Just as Raegan picked up the clothes, she was surprised by the scene when she turned around.

Mitchel had already taken his shirt off. His smoothly defined abs and taut chest muscles were fully exposed. His belt was loosened, but his pants were still on.

The zipper was slightly open, revealing the overly firm contours of his abdomen. It was such a hot view that it could make anyone blush with just an extra look.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a palpable tension.

Raegan, in her rush, ended up covering her face with the clothes, blurting out, "Who said you could undress yourself!"

Mitchel said nothing when he approached Raegan for the clothes.

Stripped of the clothes to cover her face, the heat of the moment overwhelmed Raegan.

Mitchel, very matter-of-factly, responded, "How else am I supposed to get changed?"

Then, his long fingers moved to his trouser button, about to unfasten bis, Raegan's face turned even more crimson. She muttered to herself, “Was he really about to undress right in front of me?"