Raegan hummed in mock agreement. "Now you understand how I feel when waiting for you in the past."

Mitchel went quiet, wondering if that was how Raegan felt waiting for him. It had to be tough.

Noticing his silence, Raegan cheekily lifted his chin, saying, "Look after me well, and I'll make sure to come home early when I have social commitments."

Mitchel looked at her, his voice hoarse. "I'll do my best to take care of you."

After getting washed up, Raegan got ready for a bath, something she did unless she returned too late.

Meanwhile, Mitchel started washing up.

Raegan waited for him to step out.

After washing up, Mitchel unexpectedly didn't leave. Instead, he carried her into the bathtub and turned on the shower.

"Splash." The sound of water echoed as it hit them, soaking their clothes.

The water wasn't cold, but the sudden soaking caught Raegan off guard.

"Mitchel... We're getting soaked..." she pointed out.

"Soaked? Then let's take them off," he casually suggested.

Raegan was at a loss for words. It seemed so obvious, yet his suggestion threw her. After all, one typically undressed to bathe.

As the water poured over them, both got completely drenched.

Raegan wore a knee-length professional dress, which was quite modest.

But when it got wet, it clung to her figure, becoming unexpectedly seductive.

Mitchel's clothes didn't fare any better. His white shirt turned transparent, hinting at the contours of his body beneath.

Raegan, her face and ears flushing, pushed him slightly. “Let me stand up first."

“But isn't it my responsibility to take care of you?" Mitchel replied, his voice low and enticing. "Let me help you with your clothes."

As he slowly unzipped her dress, the warm water cascading down felt soothing.