Despite his illness, Mitchel hadn't forsaken his usual attire, opting for a shirt even at bedtime. The dark fabric contrasted against his pallid, yet strikingly handsome features, lending him an air of mysterious allure, reminiscent of a knight under the cloak of night.

Mitchel possessed a natural allure that was undeniable. His features served as a stunning testament to his attractiveness, with every motion and pose radiating a sense of exclusivity that seemed beyond reach.

“Aren't you going to come in?" Mitchel lifted his eyes, offering a gentle smile to Raegan who lingered at the door, caught up in her admiration.

Raegan snapped back to reality. Aware that she was caught openly gazing at him, a wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, painting them the shade of a deep sunset.

She mentally chastised herself for such a lapse in poise. She had encountered handsome men before, surrounded by the likes of Erick and Stefan, both undeniably attractive in their own right.

Stepping inside as if she had just noticed him, Raegan announced, “I've just got here."

Mitchel's eyebrows arched slightly. "Why did I sense someone's gaze burning into me just now..."

Raegan cleared her throat, attempting to deflect. "You're mistaken.

I've only just arrived.”

Mitchel let a smile creep onto his face, not teasing Raegan anymore.

“Perhaps I've been missing you so much, always hoping for your arrival."

Raegan felt her cheeks warm even further. What was this about missing her? His words painted a picture as if they were a couple deeply ensconced in romance.

“Stop talking such nonsense," Raegan protested.

Upon opening the lid, the scent of the porridge filled the air.

Raegan served a bowl and set it before Mitchel, yet Mitchel didn't move, adopting a look that clearly meant he was expecting her to feed him.

Raegan shot him a look and remarked, “I noticed your hands were perfectly fine while you were working."

Mitchel, well-versed in their exchanges, responded unabashedly, “My arm's too sore. After seven hours of work, I can't even raise it."

Raegan found herself at a loss for words. Well, might as well feed him. She had fed him before, so it wasn't a new task for her.

Gently blowing on a spoonful of porridge to cool it, she then held it out to him. Mitchel, showing his appreciation, sipped it with refined grace. His dining manners were impeccable, his demeanor calm and collected.

Feeling slightly anxious, Raegan inquired, "Is it to your liking?"