Mitchel looked down. From his perspective, he could only see half of her beautiful face.

Her face was so small, and her long curly eyelashes shook as she kept her eyes lowered. Perhaps the fever made her flush, making her look so fragile at the moment.

Mitchel's heart melted against his will.

Without thinking twice, he made a U-turn and opened the door of the apartment. He then took Raegan straight to the bedroom.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief. She had been so nervous just now that she got all sweaty. Even her hair was wet. ALL she wanted to do now was take a cool shower and go to bed.

"I will be fine alone. You can leave now. She was clearly driving him away.

This place was all new to Mitchel. After all, he had been used to living in a mansion all his life.

"Okay," Mitchel uttered, but he didn't move an inch. He just took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

Seeing this, Raegan's heart did a flip. He scared her half to death.

She widened her eyes and shouted, "What are you doing? Don't take your clothes off! What are you up to?"

She couldn't wrap her head around why Mitchel wanted to sleep with her now that she was sick. Did his dick do the thinking for him? How mean could he be?

Mitchel froze and stared at her without blinking.

Raegan's heart was beating fast.

She couldn't stand being stared at like this.

His eyes were different from others she had ever seen. They were filled with lust.

It was as if they could see through every piece of clothing on her.

Raegan suddenly felt hot again. Biting the insides of her lips, she fanned herself and muttered, "I'm not feeling well now."

She was telling him now wasn't the time for them to have sex.

Besides, she had told him she wanted to divorce. What was the point of having sex when this facade would be called off soon?

Mitchel still didn't utter a word. His expression was somber as he continued to stare at her with his eyes beaming with desire.