She watched as a pair of beautiful hands held her feet gently and removed the gauze on them slowly.

Confusion clouded her mind and she blurted out what was on her mind, "Hey, ghost! What did you do to Mitchel?"

Mitchel chuckled and raised his eyebrows at her.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

Mitchel was behaving strangely. Raegan couldn't think of anything else to explain his behavior.

An idea flashed through her head all of a sudden. With that thought, she pulled back her feet warily and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

“You are up to something, aren't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned and covered her mouth right away.

Mitchel's expression changed at her words.

Soon, Mitchel's handsome face turned normal and his voice was indifferent.

"Don't worry. I won't make you do that."

"Do what?" Raegan muttered with her hand still over her mouth.

The noisy wind drowned their voices a little.

His stare was intense as he amorously said, "I won't make you use your..."

"Shush!" Raegan had heard enough. She covered his mouth with her hand.

His soft lips felt so warm against her palm.

Raegan took her hand back as if she was scalded.

Mitchel's eyes dimmed for a moment. He pulled a chair over, placed the medicine box on it, and then sat on the edge of the bed. He took out the disinfectant pad to gently wipe the wound and then picked a cool ointment to apply before wrapping it with gauze.

"Did Lauren come here this afternoon?" he asked.

Raegan scowled a little, blaming him for the unexpected visitor earlier.