Her role as Henley's pretend girlfriend was unknown to Mitchel. She found it baffling that he could stay so calm and guilt-free about his behavior.

However, now was not the time to confront him. Being discovered in this compromising situation was the last thing she wanted.

She racked her brain and tried to find a way out. Nonetheless, knowing Mitchel, he must have a way to resolve this.

Raegan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes conveying a silent plea.

Realizing what she meant, Mitchel's expression darkened, and he quietly asked, "Are you asking my help?"

His voice was unusually cold. Raegan knew exactly what that meant. He was waiting for her to make a decision. After all, only she could please him, just like she had done countless times before.

Knock. Outside, Henley lightly knocked on the door and loudly asked, "Is someone inside?"

A sudden chill ran down Raegan's spine.

Startled, she impulsively wrapped her arms around Mitchel's neck and encircled her legs around his lean waist. Not only that, but her red lips were almost touching his throat.

A gasp nearly escaped from Mitchel's Lips.

In a panic, Raegan quickly covered his mouth. But then, she nearly slipped.

Mitchel's firm hand caught her just in time.

Meanwhile, Henley had now lost his patience. He reached for the doorknob, intending to open it.

Just then, a male janitor walked in.

“Sir, this CR is under maintenance. Please use another restroom," he said with a cleaning cart in tow.

“Do you need to use this restroom right now? I'm about to start cleaning."

Henley froze. He noticed the gap under the stall but could not bring himself to crouch down and check.

Although uneasy, Henley decided to leave.

The janitor began cleaning, and the sound of the vacuum cleaner and mop filled the room.

Raegan loosened up and exhaled a sigh of relief. Not wanting to cling to Mitchel any longer, she tried to step down, but he pressed her hips against the door.