"Is your lack of trust in me that bad?" Luis scoffed.

Raegan didn't want to waste their time, so she clenched her teeth and put her hands on the platform.

Just as Luis' fingertips were about to touch her, Mitchel stopped him, his brows furrowed.

“Aren't you gonna put on gloves?"

Did he have to teach Luis his job? How could Luis touch a patient without gloves?

Luis leisurely replied, "I already washed my hands with disinfectant."

"That's not enough! You can't do this with your bare hands," Mitchel insisted firmly.

Luis clicked his tongue and put on his gloves reluctantly.

He could still remember how Mitchel mounted pressure on him to come over to attend to Raegan's injuries today, citing that he was afraid the injuries might leave scars.

But now, Mitchel wouldn't even let him touch Raegan's hand without gloves!

Was this domineering possessiveness a sign of someone about to get divorced?

Luis smiled mischievously as an idea popped into his head. He said gently, "Raegan, can I take you out on a date when you become single?"

Of course, Raegan didn't take Luis’ words seriously. And she was not in the mood to talk about it, so she didn't answer. She only smiled faintly.

Luis noticed Raegan's silence, so he warned, “If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

After saying this, Luis smiled like a cunning fox. He felt Mitchel's piercing gaze, but he totally ignored it.

Luis' mood lightened up a lot after deliberately provoking Mitchel.

But he wasn't done with the removal of the stitches yet. Suddenly, he said gently, “Raegan, don't move."

Raegan's body stiffened obediently. It was as if she was afraid of making even the slightest move. But the layers of sweat on her forehead were getting thicker, and her hands were shaking violently.

The truth was, she really couldn't face the removal of the stitches on her right hand by herself.

Mitchel also knew this very well.