After loosening his grip a little, Mitchel opened Raegan's soft palm.

Several intertwined bruises came into view. They were not pleasant to the eyes at all.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"You didn't go to the hospital?"

Raegan wasn't even aware of these bruises. She must have scratched her palm on the ground when she fell. Thinking of the incident, her sadness returned.

The change in her expression didn't go unnoticed by Mitchel. As soon as he saw her pale face, he picked her up and took her to the sofa.

He then brought over the first-aid box.

He got down on one knee and began cleaning her wound gently.

"Why didn't you dodge?"

This question rendered Raegan speechless. It was the first time she had seen a man who acted wrongly so righteous.

He shoved her aside, yet he was asking her why she didn't dodge! The nerve of this guy!

Mitchel wiped the scratches gently with the sterilized cotton ball.

When his eyes fell on Raegan's bruises, he looked so gentle.

This simple action of his was capable of making her fall for his tenderness.

The tingling sensation made Raegan hiss and her eyes became misty.

She bit her lower lip hard to brave the pain.

Although it wasn't that painful, she badly wanted to burst into tears.

She raised her head a little and drew sharp breaths just to prevent her tears from falling.

She really wanted to ask Mitchel whether he loved her.

However, she couldn't bring herself to ask him that because she was scared of getting an unfavorable response. The truth, as the saying went, was bitter.