Raegan found herself speechless again.

Mitchel took her silence as a sign of her agreement, which only stoked the fires of his anger. He pulled her even closer to him and demanded, “You have to promise me you won't see him anymore. Then, I won't make things difficult for him.”

“Henley never kissed me, and there is nothing Like what you thought."

Raegan did not know why she felt compelled to explain herself, but the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit wired now.

They were arguing like a long-married couple.

"You're still denying it? I saw you two in the car that day..."

Mitchel trailed off, each word drenched in jealousy.

In the car? Raegan pieced it together and finally realized what Mitchel was talking about.

Was that the reason he had hit Henley's car?

Raegan frowned. She did not want to get into a spat with someone who was still recovering, so she patiently explained, "He never kissed me.

The wound on my face was stained with my hair, so he helped me brush it away."

"Really?" Mitchel eyed her, still not entirely convinced.

"Why would I lie?" Raegan sighed and helped him lie down on the bed.

"You should focus on resting right now."

"Raegan," Mitchel suddenly called out, his tone surprisingly upbeat.

His hand still held hers. A surge of unease washed over Raegan, and she tried to pull away.

But before she could move back even an inch, Mitchel pulled her into his arms. He then lifted her chin with his hand and looked at her lips.

"Your mouth is less annoying than it used to be."

Then, he kissed her. Different from the domineering bite, this time Mitchel kissed her very gently and even with a hint of affection.

Raegan was so taken aback by the shift in him that she forgot to resist.