Instantly, Raegan's cheeks turned crimson and she pulled the quilt up to her chin.

Unyielding, Mitchel continued, “I've suspected as much since we made out in the office. Have all your gained weight come to your breast?"

Recalling his passionate kiss that day, Raegan found herself at a loss for words because of embarrassment. Flustered and irritated, she yelled, "Mitchel!"

“You should be calling me honey now," Mitchel insisted.

Realizing Raegan wouldn't comply over the phone, he added, “I'll make sure you do when I return. So you're off the hook for now."

Just as Raegan was about to share her day's events, the hotel doorbell interrupted them.

Mitchel moved to the door and spoke in a foreign language with someone outside. His tone shifted, becoming serious. Raegan couldn't make out what he was saying as he'd set his phone aside.

Soon after, he stated, “Alright, go get some rest. I have to go.”

Mitchel hastily ended the video call.

Raegan was sober now. She replayed the recent phone conversation in her mind. She thought she heard something about a young woman Looking for Mitchel.

Though unsure, a wave of unease washed over her.

After lying in bed for a while, her phone rang again. It was Nicole, inviting her to lunch.

Upon entering the restaurant, Raegan was taken aback to see Nicole sporting a new hairstyle.

“Did you get a haircut?"

“Do you not like it?" Nicole inquired, caressing her freshly-cut hair.

“It's different, but stunning."

While Nicole had always been gorgeous with her long hair, her new shorter look gave her a more daring aura. It lent her an air of toughness.

Sensing Nicole's gloomy demeanor, Raegan probed, "Is something bothering you?"

“Nothing much. Someone once promised to marry me when my hair reached my waist. Now that he's gone, I just chopped it off," Nicole responded, her smile tinged with bitterness.

Aware of the man Nicole was alluding to, Raegan found herself at a loss for words and stayed silent.