Mitchel's lips tightened slightly, his gaze lingering uncertainly as he replied, "Benson, I know her."

Raegan managed a smile, glad Mitchel didn't attack straight into his usual sarcastic comments.

Benson, surprised yet pleased, exclaimed, “You know each other? That's even better! Raegan is both stunning and talented.”

Benson was obviously unaware of their relationship, and his words hinted at trying to set them up, instantly making the atmosphere uncomfortable.

Mitchel nodded casually and replied, “Yes, that's right." It was clear he didn't want to pursue this topic any Longer.

Benson sensed the awkwardness. Although he admired Mitchel, he had no intention of forcing a connection between them.

Raegan noticed this and, worried that Benson's good intentions might lead to an awkward situation, shifted the conversation. “Benson, how do you know Mr. Dixon?"

At Raegan's way of addressing him, Mitchel's hand tightened on his cup.

Raegan didn't notice Mitchel's reaction as she turned to look at Benson.

Benson responded with a smile, "We met at an art exhibition. Mitchel and I had a great conversation and we really connected."

Benson's friend across the table grinned and suggested, "Since you two have such a good connection, let's toast to that."

As he spoke, he raised his glass, prompting everyone to join in the toast.

Raegan's glass was filled with grape juice, but it resembled wine.

Just as she was about to drink, Mitchel abruptly moved his arm, causing her glass to spill. He apologized with a flat expression, “Sorry.”

Raegan was left speechless. She poured herself another glass of grape juice from a special pitcher. Benson, knowing Raegan didn't drink alcohol, had arranged for this pitcher, though others were unaware.

Just as Raegan was putting down the pitcher, Mitchel's elbow unexpectedly lifted again.

“Clang!" This time, the pitcher Raegan was holding got knocked over.

Raegan was truly at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry," Mitchel said, his voice indifferent and showing no sincerity.

Just as Raegan began to suspect that Mitchel's actions were intentional, he signaled to a waiter. "Could you please bring a pot of water for this lady?"