"Mitchel, thank you." Raegan hugged him back, saying, "Thank you for holding on to me."

Without Mitchel, Raegan assumed she might not have survived. His bravery in saving her life was something she deeply appreciated.

Mitchel looked down, his eyes reflecting a joyful smile. The effort he had put in was finally showing results. How could he not feel joy?

“You don't have to thank me. As your husband, I'm here to support you."

Raegan's cheeks turned pink again, whispering, "What husband..."

They didn't have a marriage certificate, so they were more like a couple than spouses.

Mitchel gave a playful smile. “We were once married. You can't get rid of me."

He knew it wasn't easy for her to take this step. Therefore, he waited with patience, ready to get the marriage certificate with her when she was prepared to open her heart completely.

Raegan's ears warmed up, and she nudged him gently. “You should lie down now. You've been on your feet too long."

Mitchel's gaze intensified, and he whispered close to her ear, "It is difficult." Difficult in a way that came from a deep yearning to be close when his condition resisted...

Before Raegan could reply, he kissed her, a quick touch of their lips before he drew back.

It had been almost a month since they last shared such closeness.

Even this brief contact made Raegan's face heat up.

Mitchel ceased his playful behavior. "Please help me lie down."

Raegan assisted Mitchel to the bed with careful movements.

Once settling Mitchel down, Raegan moved to take her usual seat beside it but was halted by his grasp on her hand.

He looked at her earnestly. "Lie beside with me."

"Well, I don't think it's a good idea," Raegan hastily protested, attempting to pull away.

With a teasing smile, Mitchel responded, "What, you think I'm going to take advantage of you?"

Blushing, Raegan replied, “It's not that. I'm just concerned about accidentally bumping into your injuries."