She froze like a deer in headlights when she noticed that he was moving closer. When an alarm bell rang in her head, she quickly turned her face away.

Mitchel roughly held her shoulders and pressed her against the washstand. He commanded, “Don't move."

Their Lips almost met and their eyes were intertwined. Raegan thought he was going to kiss her. Her heart was racing, and even her eyelids trembled with anxiety.

But Mitchel didn't do anything crazy. He just kissed her forehead as if he was leaving his imprint on her.

Afterward, he pinched her cheeks and said in a hoarse voice, "This is your punishment."

He sounded so serious.

His statement made her short of words.

What a nonsense!

Raegan rolled her eyes with annoyance and self-disappointment.

Why did she let his tenderness take her breath away? How could she forget her decision so easily? She should get a grip!

Suddenly, Mitchel's phone rang, bringing her back to reality.

She left quietly to make room for him.

At the same time, Mitchel answered the phone and went to the balcony.

He chatted on the phone for a while before hanging up and walking back to the bedroom.

By this time, Raegan had already wrapped herself up in bed.

She knew he was about to leave, but she didn't try to stop him.

"Close the door behind you," she said before he could utter a word.

"Okay. Sleep tight." After saying that, Mitchel picked up his coat, walked to the door, and turned to glance at her before walking out.

It wasn't until she heard the door lock that Raegan inched her head from underneath the quilt.

There was a turbulence in her heart at this time. Soon, she felt so bitter.