Chapter 626

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The future held many unknowns, but in that moment, Raegan felt enveloped in a deep sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her speechless.

Insisting on a gesture of care, Mitchel accompanied Raegan to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone.

Raegan was careful to keep her face hidden, probably aware of the possibility of prying eyes among the staff speculating about her and Mitchel's private moments.

As Mitchel and Raegan took the elevator, they passed Devonte, who had been wandering around the office floors. His wandering was not in vain. He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique appeal that was especially striking to him.

Unfortunately for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she regarded him with wary caution, as if he posed some kind of risk.

Seeing Mitchel with Raegan, who was trying to blend in with her long coat, Devonte did not lose his keen powers of observation. Their previous business interactions had made Raegan a recognizable figure to him.

Despite the stern look Mitchel gave him, Devonte couldn't help but address Raegan with a playful note in his voice. "Miss Foster, it seems that Mitchel's 'affair' was actually you."

Raegan's face was a picture of shame, flushed red. He managed a hesitant response. "Mr. Frazier, what a coincidence."

Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes and commented, “Yes. "It's reassuring to see the two of you in such harmony."

Sensing Raegan's discomfort, Mitchel intervened, especially since Devonte showed no signs of backing down from sharing their elevator ride. "Maybe next one for you."

Devonte, who had been eager to continue and press Mitchel for details about the woman he had seen earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps fearing that Mitchel would shut down any further investigation.

When the elevator doors separated them from Devonte, Mitchel pulled Raegan around the waist, his voice comforting. "Don't worry. Devonte is just playing. "He's not one to gossip."

Overwhelmed and still stunned by the encounter, Raegan stated, "I'm not coming back here."

The idea was too embarrassing. She was tormented by the thought that the entire company might be whispering about her visit and her activities inside.

Mitchel, his hand resting on her waist, suggested nonchalantly, “Next time, take the elevator and go straight to the parking lot. "That way no one will see you."

"No!" The protest was swift from Raegan, whose shame had not yet disappeared. Hadn't this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?

Mitchel, ever the joker, gave her a playful pinch on the waist. "Why not? Wasn't I attentive to your comfort before?

Raegan's cheeks flushed red. "Stop teasing." She knew he said it deliberately. In the midst of the intimate moments they had just spent, he insisted on making her moan. Now, just thinking about it, he wanted to fade away.

Mitchel was aware of how much fun he had had. He had become more uninhibited than ever. In his opinion, his approach had paid off.

In Mitchel's opinion, if one member of the couple remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter. Encouraging Raegan to open up had made their moments together more satisfying for both of them.

Reflecting on their shared experiences, Mitchel couldn't resist making another provocative suggestion: "Next time, why don't you come in the evening? The view through the office windows is especially impressive at dusk…”

The insinuation made Raegan's heart race, and she was barely able to sputter. "You…"

The elevator reached its floor and the doors opened. With a playful squeeze of her cheek, Mitchel took her hand. "Come on.

Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.

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