The room suddenly went eerily silent, and every head swiveled toward the intruder all at once.

Ignoring the sea of puzzled faces, Raegan took a few steps toward Mitchel and said, "Come home with me."

Mitchel merely shot Raegan a fleeting glance and looked away as if the woman before him was a complete stranger.

Raegan's mind went blank. She could not understand how the man who had held her so closely and called her honey could turn so icy overnight.

The room stayed silent. All eyes were on Raegan, but she did not care.

“What's... What's wrong?" Raegan whispered in disbelief.

She thought something must have happened, or he wouldn't be like this.

Their recent connection and lovemaking could not have been a charade.

For an unexplainable reason, Mitchel merely ignored her.

Suddenly, someone broke the awkward silence with a snicker.

"Who's this chick? You must've entered the wrong room."

“Are you trying to land a sugar daddy at South River Club? You must've spent a lot to get in here."

Today's party was a spur-of-the-moment affair. Lauren organized it to make sure everyone knew she was still Mitchel's apple of the eye.

She had invited all the famous guys and trust fund babies from Ardlens.

Once the birthday party wrapped up and word got around, she would resume being the envy of Ardlens' high society, the Murray family's prized daughter, and the girl protected by Mitchel.

Many of these wealthy partygoers had side flings, so they naturally lumped Raegan into that category. And now, their comments grew increasingly derogatory.

Nicole had had enough. She moved forward, took Raegan's hand, and urged, “Come on. Let's get out of here."

However, Raegan was not budging and just locked her misty eyes onto Mitchel.

The crowd grew more and more curious by Raegan's gaze on Mitchel.

“Look, sweetheart, this guy is way out of your league. He's not someone you can hook up with. Why don't you entertain me instead? I might just make it worth your while tonight," one partygoer sneered.