When Henley returned, his face was still pale.
Raegan suggested he take a moment to rest on the sofa. She handed him a glass of warm water and asked, “Do you need me to call an ambulance?”
Henley shook his head.
“It’s just a stomach ache. It’s nothing new to me. I don’t want to trouble you, especially since it’s late. I’ll go back to my car and stay there for a while.”
As soon as he said these words, he stood up but staggered.
Raegan strode over to support Henley. She felt a twinge of guilt when she saw his pale face and evident discomfort.
It was her idea to dine out together. Therefore, she felt a sense of responsibility for his well-being, especially since he was ill.
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After a brief hesitation, she suggested, “Why don’t you rest on the sofa for a little while? If you’re still feeling unwell, I’ll call an ambulance. I’m not sleepy yet, anyway.”
Touched, Henley gazed at her and asked, “Would that be okay with you?”
Having affirmed her point, Raegan agreed with a nod, “It’s alright.”
She assisted Henley in settling onto the couch. As Raegan was about to step away, Henley caught her hand from behind.
Turning, Raegan gave Henley a puzzled gaze.
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The room’s warm glow highlighted the soft wisps of hair around her face, and her bare complexion was soft and inviting.
Raegan embodied a blend of naivety and sophistication, a combination that could easily entice a man.
Henley, noticing this, scrunched his brow and felt warmth surge through him.
He cleared his throat before requesting, “Could you fetch me another glass of water, please?”
Raegan complied, bringing him the water and draping a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa.
She then proceeded to her desk, activating the computer to review some documents.
Henley’s presence in her space made her uneasy. She decided to immerse herself in work instead.
More than twenty minutes passed before Henley rose to leave.
Raegan, concerned, insisted on accompanying him downstairs and didn’t return until she watched him drive off.
Henley, driving unhurriedly, spotted a black car Lurking in the shadows.
He intentionally stopped, lowered the window, and offered Mitchel a slight smile.
“What a coincidence, Mr. Dixon.”