Raegan was struck dumb. She just stood there, trying to process what he had said.

Mitchel was suddenly hooked on her, and he no longer wanted a divorce.

Her mind felt like a tangled knot.

Right then, Mitchel leaned in close until his handsome face was mere inches away from hers.

Before Raegan could react, he gently pressed his lips to hers and then nudged the grape into her mouth.

Her heart raced, leaving her feeling both overwhelmed and flustered.

Mitchel's lips Lightly grazed her fingertips, and then moved to kiss her lips. His tongue delicately maneuvered the grape, and he sucked the juice in her mouth.

With his eyes open, Mitchel gently lifted Raegan's chin and looked down at her.

Her pretty face was flushed and filed with desire.

The sensation rippled through Raegan and sent electric currents coursing from her head. It made her toes curl up in anticipation.

She could not put into words the tumultuous feelings within her.

Once the grape was sucked up, Mitchel released her lips and remarked with satisfaction, "That was so sweet."

Raegan, however, was still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion. Her tongue felt numb, almost as if it had gone rogue.

Her legs trembled and were barely able to support her.

Anxious and flustered, she picked up the lunch box from the table with trembling hands and mumbled, "I'll just throw the leftovers away."

Mitchel frowned.

"Why? Just leave it for the nurse."

But Raegan had already opened the door and stepped out. She could not stay in the room any longer and wanted to get some fresh air.

After dumping the trash, she stayed on the balcony and tried to piece together her mind.

Mitchel had claimed never to have kissed another woman. And now he said he did not want a divorce.