She lowered her head to check. The cut reopened again, and the gauze was already soaked with blood.

She squatted helplessly.

She used to be a girl with pride. Countless times, she went up national stages and received praise from teachers.

Now, she had been reduced to something else just because she fell for a man.

She hugged herself tightly and buried her face in her knees.

How did she turn herself in such a condition? Why did she make herself miserable for a man?

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Raegan thought it was the maid.

With her head bowed, she said in a nasal voice, "I don't want to eat tonight. I just want to be left alone.”

Mitchel stood in place, his long and straight eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.

At this moment, Raegan looked nothing like the wild cat who had fought him off minutes ago. She was now like a fragile and beautiful doll that was downtrodden.

The windows were still open, letting the cold wind in. The wind froze Mitchel's emphatic expression and also tore a gap in his heart.

He was filled with regret for the first time.

Did he hurt her while he was so rough with her? Oh, no!

Thinking of this, Mitchel quickly walked over and gently carried her to the bed.

Raegan still thought it was the maid. When she felt someone approaching her, she lazily said, “I really don't want..."

However, Mitchel's familiar scent hit her nose before she could finish her words. She looked up and her eyes fell on his handsome face. She was flustered and reached out to push him.

He grabbed her wrist gently and said, "Keep still. I just want to change the dressings for you."

Raegan was stunned.

She didn't know what was going on.