Mitchel snorted at that.

“Honey, am I bullying you?" he whispered in Raegan's ear.

Raegan scowled at Mitchel. In the meantime, not wanting Henley to hear her moaning, she had been trying to mute herself, and her fingers turned pale.

With an evil smile in his charming eyes, Mitchel added, “Open up for me, baby."

The dirty talk was audible enough for Henley.

There was silence at first. A second later, the call abruptly ended.

Mitchel's naughty smile widened. He looked down at Raegan and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want it now?"

With her body trembling, her face turned pale with shame and anger.

“Are you fucking insane? Don't... Please don't..." Raegan said in a trembling voice.

“Don't you like it?" Mitchel frowned and asked.

His clothes were still unruffled as if he had just gotten dressed for an international conference.

On the other hand, the half-naked Raegan was about to go nuts. Her legs remained parted as she bit her lips until blood seeped out. Her mind suddenly went blank.

Once Mitchel had finished pleasing Raegan, he helped her straighten her dress and took her to the passenger seat.

Raegan sat like a lifeless doll. Her eyes were distant.

It wasn't until Mitchel slipped into the driver's seat and took out a piece of tissue to wipe his hands that something flicked in Raegan's eyes and she turned to look out through the window.

Her damp bangs were stuck on her forehead and cheeks. When Mitchel reached out to tuck them away, Raegan drew back in panic. Vigilance and anger sparked in her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Mitchel's face stiffened for a moment.

"Are you still mad at me? I just satisfied you, so we are even now, aren't we?"

He smoothed the slight bulge in his pants and added, "Have you ever considered my well-being? I'm injured. Holding back is bad for my health."