In the dim light, Mitchel's eyes grew cold, and he scoffed, "You're just gonna walk away after using me?"

“Use you? It was the janitor who walked in, not..."

Bang! Mitchel hit the door with his fist, and the sound echoed inside the bathroom.

Raegan flinched, and her eyes widened in shock.

The janitor was right outside the cubicle, wasn't he?

Had Mitchell lost his mind?

For some reason, the cleaner outside seemed oblivious as if he had not heard a thing.

And then it hit her. Mitchel must have prearranged this with the janitor.

This also meant that he had planned to drag her into the men's restroom to embarrass her.

Anger welled up within Raegan. She gritted her teeth and protested, “Put me down. I need to go back!"

"Go back?" Mitchel echoed, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Like this?"

His disdainful look made Raegan's heart sink. She realized she could not return to the chamber in her current state. But right now, she had to go back first and think of an explanation later.

She was in a disarray state. Mitchel, on the other hand, seemed unnaturally normal. He remained neatly dressed and composed. Every expression he wore radiated a disconnect from the world around him.

It was as if he had no part in her current state.

“That's none of your concern," Raegan huffed.

“Haha. Do you honestly I can't do anything to you?"

Raegan's frown deepened. She opened her mouth, ready to argue about who was truly at fault.

But Mitchel cut her off.

“When will you ever learn?"