With everything set, she found herself without anything else to say and simply sat there quietly.

Five minutes passed by. Mitchel didn't touch the porridge. Instead, he pulled out a business magazine and started reading with keen interest.

The tension in the room thickened.

Before, Raegan wouldn't have bothered if he didn't eat.

However, knowing that Mitchel got hurt because of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking for any recognition, Raegan couldn't bring herself to be indifferent.

Remembering Matteo's advice, she said, “Your stomach is weak. You need to eat the porridge first."

Mitchel didn't respond, his attention fixed on the magazine.

Raegan felt at a loss. It was obvious he was upset.

With the porridge getting cold, she softened her voice. "It wasn't on purpose that I missed your calls today. I was really swamped."

Mitchel finally turned to face her and said coldly, “Busy the day before yesterday, busy yesterday and busy today?"

Raegan's heart raced under his intense look. "Yes, really..."

Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted, "Well, keep being busy then."

His attractive features seemed to darken, a hint of hurt in his voice.

Raegan found herself unable to stay seated, her feet itching to walk away right then.

But then Mitchel's chilly voice stopped her in her tracks. “Anyway, throwing up blood isn't deadly."

At his words, Raegan, who was about to get up, sat back down.

Mitchel's tense expression eased a bit. He silently mocked, thinking how inconsistent she was. She could dish out cutting remarks, and he'd hold his tongue, but the moment he retorted, she thought of leaving. Furthermore, her face showed no guilt for having misled him the past couple of days.

Feeling another twinge of discomfort, Mitchel couldn't help but grimace.

Raegan saw his face turn even paler and realized it wasn't right to be mad at someone who was sick. She decided to let him express his feelings if it made him feel any better. After all, it did not harm her.

In a softer tone, she offered, "Can you at least eat something if I feed you?"