Luckily, his sound was muffled by the sound of water washing hands outside.

"Mitchel, stop it!" Raegan warned him, taking advantage of the sound of the water outside.

But she was still so nervous that a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. A few strands of hair stuck on her flushed face, and her body emitted a faint milky fragrance.

She was a true interpretation of what it meant to be a sweaty beauty.

Raegan had no idea how attractive she was in Mitchel's eyes right now.

She pressed her ear against the door, listening to the sound outside.

Suddenly, Mitchel's thin lips bit her slender neck. His actions were fierce. He was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, wanting to eat raw flesh and drink up fresh blood.

Raegan was so shocked that her body trembled all over.

Her heartbeat went abnormally fast.

Suddenly, she covered her mouth hard, fearing of making any sound.

But would Mitchel let her go so easily? He licked her neck wickedly over and over again, deliberately making her lose control.

Raegan was so angry that she pinched Mitchel on the waist. He groaned.

And the sound he made attracted the attention of the people outside.

At this moment, Henley was already holding the doorknob, ready to walk out. But when he heard the noise, he suddenly turned around and stared straight at the restless cubicle.

He walked toward the cubicle step by step with a straight face.

In the men's restroom, a heavy silence hung in the air.

The sound of footsteps against the floor resonated with unsettling clarity.

Raegan stood motionless. Each step reverberated through her like a relentless drum.

Meanwhile, Mitchel stood in front of her, exuding nothing but calmness. His handsome features showed no signs of inner turmoil.

Raegan's nails dug into her palms in frustration.