“Raegan, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I thought I could manage the situation without burdening you..."

"Please believe me that child is not mine, I swear!"

“Let's sit down and talk this through. Don't shut me out..."

Reading Mitchel's messages left Raegan at a loss for words. Here was the usually reserved and authoritative tycoon, casting aside his public facade, his messages conveying a vulnerability and earnestness reminiscent of a much younger man.

Raegan, positioned by the window, gently drew the curtains aside to peer downstairs. There, Mitchel stood by his car, casting occasional glances at his phone. He seemed reluctant to make a call, possibly fearing she was asleep.

As if sensing her gaze, Mitchel lifted his eyes toward the window, though his view was obstructed.

The windows of Raegan's villa had been previously upgraded to mirrored glass on Mitchel's insistence, ensuring privacy by allowing visibility from inside out but not the reverse.

Despite knowing he couldn't see her, Raegan felt a connection, as if their eyes met across the distance.

Observing his solitary stance stirred a sense of compassion within Raegan. While she harbored doubts about Katie's accusations, Luciana's steadfast assertions cast a long shadow over her trust. Her heart was in turmoil.

After much deliberation, Raegan's resolve wavered, and she could no longer bear the sight of Mitchel alone outside. Wrapping herself in a coat, she stepped out into the cool night air.

Mitchel's expression shifted the moment he saw her. His eyes filled with an intense mixture of hope and fear as he quickly closed the distance between them and pulled her into an embrace.

“Raegan... Believe me. I didn't do it, I swear..." His voice, usually so steady, now shook with desperation.

Touched yet hesitant, Raegan softly urged, “Mitchel, you should head home."

At her words, Mitchel visibly tensed, his eyes brimming with a mix of hurt and disbelief. "Raegan, you still don't believe me, do you?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Raegan's own feelings were muddled. "I don't know.."

In a swift motion, driven by a sudden resolve, Mitchel gently but firmly took Raegan's hand, leading her toward his car.

Raegan, caught off guard, protested, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"

Mitchel met her gaze with a determination that was both unsettling and compelling. "To prove myself!"

Mitchel took Raegan to a club, leaving Raegan slightly puzzled.

He positioned her in front of a glass panel and handed her headphones, telling her, “Check this out."