Hence, he was unfazed by Raegan pretending to be Henley's girlfriend, confident he would win her back one day.

However, everything had crumbled before him.

Raegan and Henley were indeed together.

This was Henley, the man adoring and pestering Raegan during their marriage.

The same guy who had jeopardized their marriage multiple times.

It could have been any guy, but definitely not Henley.

Mitchel felt a mix of disgust and nausea.

He slowly lowered his fist. The desire to hit Henley had already disappeared. He just shot Raegan a disdainful look and said, word by word, “You make me sick."

Raegan's face went pale at his words.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Henley interjected, “Mr. Dixon, please show some respect to my girlfriend.”

But Mitchel brushed off Henley's words like an irritating fly. A sardonic smile played on his lips as he looked at Raegan. He then turned around and left.

As Mitchel's figure retreated, Raegan felt a sensation akin to having her heart snagged by a fishhook.

It took Henley calling her twice to bring her back to the present.

Henley put a hand on her shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

Raegan sidestepped his touch awkwardly and muttered, "I'm fine."

Henley withdrew his hand, but his eyes underwent an indescribable change as he looked at her.

Oblivious to the change in his eyes, Raegan turned around, retrieved Henley's clothes from the dryer, and handed them to Henley.

Henley's gaze darkened.

"What if he comes back later?"

It was a subtle proposal, suggesting he could spend the night since there were two bedrooms. Moreover, it would be a good opportunity to deepen their relationship.