She remembered when he held her in his arms and his chest felt warm against her face.

It was the sort of feeling that she longed for.

A hint of ambiguity quietly grew in the air. Raegan was scalded by Mitchel's intense gaze. It was now too late to withdraw her hand.

Mitchel held her and then reached behind her to unzip her dress.

After stripping her naked, he picked her up and took her into the bathtub.

As she got soaked in the warm and soapy water, Raegan held his hand and said with a flushed face, “I can do it myself."

Mitchel gently pushed her hand away and insisted in a hoarse voice, "Relax, I won't step out of line."

To prove that he had no ill intentions, he kept a straight face the whole time.

This made him look more like a gentleman.

But every time his hand touched her skin, it felt so caressing and a little hard at the same time.

Raegan's head was drawn back as she sat in the tub. She didn't even look at him. After bearing it for a while, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Well, that's enough."

Mitchel raised his eyebrows. When he saw that she was serious, he helped her out and dried her body with a clean towel before putting a night robe on her.

After taking her to the bedroom, he went to take a shower.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, Raegan was already lying on the bed peacefully.

It was hard to tell whether she was pretending or not.

Mitchel gently lifted the blanket and got into bed. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on the crown of her head.

When he felt her shudder a little, he raised a corner of his lips and uttered softly, “Raegan, the baby is mine, right?"

There was a conspicuous level of certainty in Mitchel's tone.

Luis had told him there could be miscalculations in the conception dates of some women.