As Raegan took a step, she immediately sensed something wrong with her foot, experiencing a sudden pain. It felt like she had accidentally twisted it.

Lost in thought, she was abruptly lifted off the ground.

"Ah..." Raegan was taken aback, her hand instinctively covering her mouth as she found herself already embraced by Mitchel.

"Did you hurt your ankle?" he asked.

“I think so, but I'm fine to walk, I can manage..

Before she could say another word, he was already lifting her and ascending the stairs.

Mitchel, with his long legs and brisk pace, swiftly made his way to the upstairs bedroom.

Gently setting Raegan on the bed, Mitchel continued to remove her shoes.

Raegan couldn't stop him in time. He held her foot and examined it closely.

Raegan froze for a moment. He didn't seem to mind at all...

“It's nothing serious," she reassured. She was familiar with her body's reactions. The discomfort would likely fade by morning.

However, Mitchel appeared unconvinced, asking, “Where do you keep the first aid kit?"

Raegan gestured toward a drawer.

Mitchel grabbed the first aid kit and hopped onto the bed, lifting her leg on his thigh.

Raegan's cheeks burned with embarrassment. The position they were in, her leg resting on his, was more intimate than she preferred.

Below Raegan's calf was Mitchel's firm, tense thigh. As her skirt lifted, she could feel the warmth of his skin through his thin pants.

Raegan's legs stiffened, daring not to move. She feared accidentally grazing his private part.

The atmosphere grew increasingly thin.

Raegan found breathing somewhat challenging. Fortunately, Mitchel remained focused on her foot, oblivious to her flushed face.

Observing Mitchel's focused demeanor, Raegan suddenly realized this wasn't the first time he had applied medicine to her foot. In each instance, he handled it adeptly and effortlessly, devoid of any aversion.