Mitchel reached out and turned Raegan to face him. He said solemnly, "I am not engaged. It's all my father's wishful thinking. And I've already made it clear to the Benton family."

Raegan's eyes widened in shock. Mixed emotions surged in her heart.

Mitchel and Eloise were not engaged! It was just his father's wishful thinking. His father lied to her.

But the next second, she remembered the moaning she heard in Eloise's tent. She felt unhappy again.

She looked at him coldly and asked angrily, “Aren't you going to be responsible for Miss Benton?"

Mitchel frowned in confusion.

"Why should I be?"

His indifference toward the topic annoyed Raegan.

She shook off his hand, glared at him, and said fiercely, "Scumbag!"

Raegan was in a sulk. She was not defending Eloise. She was angry at Mitchel for sleeping with Eloise even though he didn't intend to be with Eloise.

Wasn't he an irresponsible scumbag?

At the thought of this, Raegan couldn't sit still. She stood up in a fit, wanting to drink water to calm down.

But before she could stand firm, Mitchel stretched out his arms, wrapped them around her slim waist, and pulled her back.

Raegan fell and sat on the edge of the bed with Mitchel's strong arms around her waist.

From afar, one could say that her whole figure was trapped in his arms in an intimate posture.

"Mitchel!" Raegan shouted angrily. She wanted to get up from the bed, but she didn't dare to act rashly because of his wound. Afraid of hurting him, she could only turn her head and glare at him.

"Yes?" Mitchel looked at her. His deep-set black eyes were smiling.

“Let go of me."

Raegan tried to pry off his arms but to no avail.

Mitchel easily held her chin and pinched it.