Mitchel had done so much for Raegan, quietly and without demanding anything in return. Her heart was responsive to these gestures. After all, when she knew the man she once loved dearly had done so much for her, how could she remain indifferent?

Feelings, indeed, were complex. In relationships, it was not the grand declarations that counted the most. It was sincerity. Sincerity stood out as the most valuable currency in love.

Raegan faced Henley, speaking with conviction. “It's his genuine care. He's put himself in harm's way for me, and I cannot disregard that."

With those words, Raegan turned and re-entered Mitchel's ward.

Henley's gaze followed her assertive departure, his hand clenching tighter. Sincerity... That was something he lacked.

Raised amidst adversity, Henley refused to be belittled. So, he veiled himself in a facade, pretending to radiate positivity.

But with time, this facade became so ingrained that it seemed inseparable. Only he knew the decay festering within. How could someone so corroded genuinely interact with others?

Henley gazed at the shut door of the hospital room, envisioning the intimacy within. His clenched fist nearly exploded before abruptly relaxing.

A chilling smile crept over his face. This was merely the opening move in a longer game. The victor was yet to be decided.

In his world, once he achieved his goals, manipulating relationships was just another strategy.

Raegan turned the doorknob and walked in, only to be greeted by Mitchel by the door. He stared at her with deep, dark eyes, not even blinking.

Raegan's cheeks grew warm. She thought that since they had chosen to be together, honesty was key. So, she stayed close enough for him to hear and be reassured.

Yet, despite her determination, being in front of Mitchel made her shy about her previous words.

Raegan gazed at his pale, attractive face with a look of worry. “Why are you up? Let me help you get back to bed." Was it really wise for him to be on his feet with a cane right after waking up?

Raegan extended her hand to assist Mitchel, but he quickly grabbed her, pulling her into a firm embrace, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

"Mitchel?" Raegan stiffened, wondering if he was in pain or too weak to stand.

She quickly asked, “Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?" Her concern was evident.

"No," Mitchel said in a low, calming voice, comforting her from above.

His tone was full of excitement yet seemed strained as he earnestly and gently expressed, “Thank you for choosing to return to me..."

Raegan's heart felt like it was overflowing with warmth, as if she might dissolve completely.