Everything was just a coincidence. She just happened to be favored by his grandfather and then ended up marrying Mitchel.

Anyone who kept a puppy for two years would grow attached to it.

So, the same went for a human being.

Raegan made a mental note not to get too comfortable with his niceness.

He might just pull the rug from under her feet and she would be back to square one.

“You are squishing me, Mitchel," Raegan said in a muffled voice, burying her head in his arms.

His pleasant scent enveloped her, making her addicted to his embrace.

But her reason told her to stop this.

She didn't want to be touched by him like this since their divorce was in the works.

Mitchel loosened his hold on her a little. His arms remained wrapped around her as if he was scared she would be taken away from him.

Several minutes later, Matteo walked into the ward to inform them the discharge procedures were completed.

The doctor had certified Raegan free to go home since she kicked against an infusion for the sake of the baby in her belly.

Fortunately, the wounds weren't deep in her tendons or veins, so it would be easy for her to heal at home.

When Mitchel finally broke the hug, he slipped his right arm to her back and lifted her up gently.

Raegan almost jumped. She pushed him away, embarrassed as she felt Matteo's gaze on her.

“Don't move."

Sensing what she was up to, Mitchel cautioned her in a voice that left no room for objections.

Raegan wasn't as strong as before due to her injured hand, so she didn't break free from him. A few seconds after she ceased to struggle, something occurred to her.

Hospitals were flooded with people and they might stop and stare at them if Mitchel continued to carry her in his arms and walked out of the ward. She didn't want to be the center of attention.

With her heart thumping and her face flushing, she whispered, "Put me down. I can walk."