I'm heading out."

Having confirmed that he wasn't in mortal danger and didn't seem like he would be disabled, Raegan was relieved.

Just as she turned to leave, she heard his cold request from behind.

"I need some water."

Raegan paused. Pretending not to hear, she attempted to walk away but was stopped by his firm grip.

"Do you not hear? I said I need water."

With no escape possible, Raegan nodded, her head still lowered, and muttered, “Alright then."

The water heater was situated right next to the bed, making Raegan feel as though Mitchel was watching her every action. The sensation was overwhelmingly uncomfortable.

She offered him the water. However, he didn't accept it, his voice deep and commanding. "Feed it to me."

Raegan was dumbfounded. The impulse to throw the water in his face crossed her mind. What sort of strange liking was this, needing a nurse to feed him water with his hand available? So vulgar!

Raegan restrained herself, worried about revealing her identity. She adjusted the bed's angle to facilitate drinking.

Reflecting on her actions, Raegan was taken aback by her own behavior.

How could she manage something entirely new to her with such ease and grace? Could it be she had often taken care of him in the past?

Pushing these thoughts aside, she carefully brought the cup to his Lips.

Mitchel tasted the water and complained, "It's too hot."

Raegan was taken aback, questioning, “It isn't hot, is it?”

Raegan double-checked the water's temperature, ensuring it was not too hot.

With his handsome face clouded in frustration, Mitchel snapped, “What's your name? You're so careless. Don't trust me? Try it yourself."

Confused by his stern tone, Raegan wondered if she had indeed made a mistake with the temperature. She quickly took a cautious sip. The water was not hot at all. In fact, it was pleasantly warm.

She stated, confused, “It's not hot."