He led her hand to his crotch and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't believe me, you can check..."

Raegan's fingertips brushed his crotch lightly, and it seemed to harden.

Raegan jerked away as if she was burned and snapped, "Mitchel, what's wrong with you?"

Mitchel raised his eyebrows.

"Be thankful that I am injured.

Otherwise, I won't be reasoning with you right now."

He pointed at the snow-white bed sheet under him and said meaningfully, “Instead, I'm going to press you here."

Raegan's ears turned hot and red.

Was this really the only thing in his mind every time they were together?

Mitchel squeezed her palm and said, "Come on, tell me. What made you think I did it?"

Raegan didn't want to hide it from him.

"That night, I heard Eloise moaning outside the tent. She called your name."

Hearing this, Mitchel pinched the tip of her nose gently.

"And that's how you reach a conclusion? I wasn't in her tent that night. I was in the tent next to yours."

"Next to mine? How can that be?"

Raegan frowned, dubious.

"That tent belonged to the worker Bryce hired, right?

“We swapped," Mitchel explained.

Raegan was even more confused. If the person inside Eloise's tent wasn't Mitchel, who could it be?

Aside from Mitchel, there was only Bryce.