Raegan couldn't shake the feeling that Mitchel had done it on purpose.

Maybe he thought she was drinking alcohol?

Once this thought took hold, Raegan couldn't let it go. Why did it matter to Mitchel if she drank? The old Mitchel knew that even a little alcohol made her disoriented, so he had always made sure she stayed away from it. Could it be...

Raegan stood up, excusing herself to go to the restroom where she splashed cold water on her face to clear her thoughts. Looking at her pale reflection, she couldn't recall the last time she had genuinely smiled from the heart.

Then, Raegan remembered Janey's words of Mitchel's protective actions.

And now he made efforts to steer her away from alcohol. ALL gradually fueled the hope in her heart.

After composing herself, Raegan made her way back to her seat. On her way back, she noticed that Benson and his friend were no longer at their table but were dancing on the dance floor. So, that was to say, Mitchel was the only one left sitting there.

With this in mind, Raegan quickened her pace, eager to ask Mitchel some questions.

However, before Raegan could get close, she saw a trendy, attractive woman approaching Mitchel. The woman leaned in close to whisper something in his ear.

Raegan moved a bit closer and overheard the woman asking for Mitchel's contact information on behalf of her friend.

Raegan followed the woman's gaze and saw the friend Looking over with a bold, confident stare, which made Raegan feel uneasy.

Raegan had been sitting next to Mitchel all evening, making it hard for those two girls to deduce whether she was with Mitchel or not.

Yet, they seized the moment Raegan left for the restroom to ask for Mitchel's contact information, even casting flirtatious glances his way. This behavior truly disgusted people.

When the girl noticed Raegan approaching, she didn't back off.

Instead, she asked Mitchel in a sugary, flirtatious tone, “If I drink this glass of wine, will you give me your contact information?"

As she spoke, the girl leaned forward provocatively, nearly revealing her ample cleavage to Mitchel.

Raegan's frown deepened at the sight. She couldn't imagine a man Like Mitchel being drawn to such vulgar people. But the next moment, she received a slap across the face.

Raegan glimpsed Mitchel's intense gaze, with a touch of daring appeal, as he casually agreed, "Sure."

The girl hoisted her glass high into the air before draining its contents in one swift motion, her expression unchanging. After setting the glass down, she remained perfectly steady. Her ability to handle her alcohol made it clear that she frequented clubs.

Perhaps Mitchel's attractiveness and approachable demeanor allowed the girl to converse more openly. She slid her empty glass toward him and asked with a hint of pride, "What do you think?"