When Mitchell caught up, Heather had already turned into the restroom.
No more than two minutes inside, Heather heard Mitchell’s phone ring faintly from the other side, then the sound of him answering it quickly.
“I’ll meet you in the little garden.”
The footsteps receded, gradually fading into the distance.
Heather had attended countless dinners here and was well-acquainted with the layout. Hearing “the little garden”, she immediately knew where Mitchell was headed.
She slipped out of the restroom, heading toward the far end of the hallway where a storage room was located. Peering through a small gap in the open window, she saw Mitchell hurrying to his destination.
Bethany was already there, waiting, and she rushed into Mitchell’s arms.
Mitchell showed no resistance, pulling her close with a familiarity that made it seem like he was trying to melt her into his bones.
“You’re tempting me again. Have you already forgotten about the other night when you couldn’t get out of bed?” he teased.
The past few days, Mitchell had been glued to Heather’s side, so she quickly understood which “other night” he was referring to. It was the night they had left the Bennetts’ manor, and Mitchell didn’t come home until the next morning, his body marked with love bites and scratches.
Bethany wrapped her arms around Mitchell’s waist, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly leaned down, kissing her fiercely, their bodies tangled together in an almost violent embrace.
The sound of their lips and teeth clashing echoed loudly in the quiet garden.
Bethany bit lightly at the corner of Mitchell’s mouth. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, wiping at the blood that had seeped from his lip.
“What are you doing? I warned you not to leave any obvious marks. Heather will cause a scene.”
Nevertheless, Bethany seemed not the least bit afraid of his anger. She deliberately rubbed her body against his, the curves of her chest pressing against him.
