The scene weakened her knees, drawing her attention to the gravely injured Henley. Her instincts prevented her from prioritizing Mitchel at that time.

Moreover, Henley was still unconscious, showing how serious his case was.

“I'm deeply moved by the fact that you were willing to sacrifice yourself to save me..."

Mitchel could no longer bear to listen. Moved? That was it? She didn't have anything else to say? Yesterday, he had wheeled himself to Henley's ward, hoping to find some clues. But what did he find?

Raegan was taking care of Henley.

If she actually did care for him, why didn't she check on him in the night? She could have, but she didn't. Instead, she ignored him completely. Was she that oblivious? Couldn't she see that he had feelings for her?

The accumulated frustration hardened Mitchel's expression, his gaze turning cold and distant.

“Done yet?"

Raegan's jaw dropped slightly. She remained frozen in her spot, stunned by his chilly gaze. Her heart ached badly. She wanted to speak but she just couldn't get the words to come out.

Mitchel's gaze shifted to the magazine in his hand.

"You should leave once you're done."

His cold words hit Raegan like a hammer, causing the ache in her chest to increase. Raegan held her breath, afraid that she might just end up crying if she didn't.

A few seconds passed and she looked up at him, her voice trembling.

“Is that truly what you want?"

Was he actually being honest? Did he really want her to leave?

Mitchel said nothing in response, instead his grip on the magazine tightened. His fingers turned pale from how tight he was gripping it.

His silence only made Raegan feel worse. She placed the thermos flask on the table and stared at him intensely.

Just as Mitchel thought Raegan was about to leave, unexpectedly, she leaned in and her lips gently met his. She lacked tactics but she kissed him softly.

A few seconds went by and she pulled away.

“Well? What's your answer now?"