Mitchel's expression brightened instantly, his voice wavering with emotion as he asked, "You're willing?"

“Yes, I think it's time Janey knew you're her biological father."

Despite Janey's tendency to call Mitchel “Daddy”, she would switch the way to address Mitchel at any sign of Raegan's disapproval, a situation that invariably pulled at Raegan's heart.

The truth that Mitchel was indeed Janey's father, in every legal and emotional sense, was something Janey was unaware of. Raegan felt a pressing need to clarify this truth.

Mitchel's hug grew firmer, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, my love." He had longed for this acknowledgment, holding his silence out of respect for Raegan's pace, all the while harboring a deep desire for it. "I vow to be a good father for Janey and a good partner for you, to love and protect both of you, always.”

The future held many unknowns, but at that instant, Raegan felt enveloped in a profound sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her without words.

Insisting on a gesture of care, Mitchel accompanied Raegan to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone.

Raegan took care to keep her face hidden, likely conscious of the potential for curious eyes among the staff to speculate about her and Mitchel's private moments.

As Mitchel and Raegan took the elevator, they ran into Devonte, who had been roaming the office floors. His wandering was not without purpose. He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique allure that he found particularly striking.

Regrettably for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she eyed him with a cautious wariness, as though he posed some sort of risk.

Upon spotting Mitchel with Raegan, who attempted to maintain a low profile in her long coat, Devonte's keen observation skills didn't fail him. Their previous business interactions had made Raegan a recognizable figure to him.

Despite the stern look Mitchel shot his way, Devonte couldn't help but address Raegan with a playful note in his voice. "Miss Foster, it seems Mitchel's ‘business' was actually you."

Raegan's face was a picture of embarrassment, flushed a deep shade of red. She managed a faltering response. “Mr. Frazier, what a coincidence."

Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes and commented, "Yeah. It's reassuring to see you both in such harmony."

Sensing Raegan's discomfort, Mitchel stepped in, especially as Devonte showed no signs of backing off from sharing their elevator ride. "Perhaps the next one for you.”

Devonte, who had been eager to follow and press Mitchel for details about the woman he'd spotted earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps out of concern that Mitchel would shut down any further inquiries.

As the elevator doors sealed them off from Devonte, Mitchel drew Raegan closer by the waist, his voice a comforting rumble. "Don't fret. Devonte's just being playful. He's not one to gossip."

Overwhelmed and still reeling from the encounter, Raegan asserted, “I won't come back here."

The thought was too embarrassing. She was tormented by the idea that the entire company might be whispering about her visit and her activities within.

Mitchel, his hand resting reassuringly on her waist, suggested nonchalantly, "Next time, take this elevator straight to the parking lot. That way, no one will catch sight of you."