So, Mitchel was critiquing himself. For someone who valued cleanliness, Raegan's daily spot cleaning for him just didn't suffice.

Feeling dissatisfied with her caregiving being belittled, Raegan softly countered, “I've been diligently attending to it every day. It's not as unclean as you make it out to be."

Mitchel was left speechless.

Almost bursting into laughter, Mitchel teasingly pinched her lips.

"I'm trying to give you a break, and yet here you are, insisting on helping?"

His eyes gleamed mischievously, brimming with desire, dangerously enticing. “Maybe I should take you up on that offer?"

Raegan swallowed nervously, her throat suddenly parched. Mitchel seemed like a favored creation of the heavens, exceptionally skilled and superior in every aspect. No...

She obediently placed her hand in his. "Perhaps another time. It sounds quite tiring."

The warmth between them intensified once again.

After their intimate moments, it remained Raegan's responsibility to assist him with his care.

When he was asleep, it presented no issue. However, now that he was awake, it was quite different.

Raegan hadn't even begun, yet she was already flushed crimson.

Adding to the challenge, Mitchel teased her, “You're known for your thoroughness. What's with the sudden shift?"

“You have woken up. What about getting you a nurse?"

His voice grew husky. “You want anyone else to see me in this state?"

Raegan's ears burned with embarrassment. She murmured in response, “There's not much to see anyway..."

Mitchel chuckled, his voice low and enticing. "It's about the performance, not the look."

Raegan was left speechless.

Blushing profusely, Raegan continued with her task.

Despite performing it three times daily before, she had yet to grow accustomed to it. Only now did she accept it was such a challenging task for her. The contrast between caring for someone awake versus someone unconscious was striking.