Raegan had a potential risk of miscarriage. Hospitalization was necessary to protect the unborn baby.

Stunned, Luis blurted out, "Raegan's pregnant? Why didn't you inform us?"

Mitchel turned around and entered Raegan's ward, his face devoid of cheer.

Raegan was hooked to an IV that had alleviated her pain. She was more tranquil now and had drifted off to sleep.

Without a word, Mitchel took a spot on the adjacent cot to catch some rest.

The night passed by silently.

At daybreak, Raegan's eyes fluttered open to find Mitchel slumbering beside her.

He lay there, dressed in a suit, his trousers highlighting his long, well-formed legs.

Recalling the events of the previous night, a wave of paleness washed over Raegan's face.

She attempted to rise, gripping the bed rail for support, but misjudged her own stamina. Her legs wobbled, nearly giving out.

At this time, strong hands slid under her arms and hoisted her upright.

Once steady, Raegan took a step back, gripping the footboard of the bed. The rejection of her actions was palpable.

Mitchel's gaze grew somber.

"Think you can make it to the bathroom alone?"

Avoiding eye contact, Raegan retorted, "No need to concern yourself."

Her raspy voice made her words all the more cutting.

With arms crossed, Mitchel watched her cautiously make her way to the bathroom, steadying herself with the bed rail.

Inside, she shut the door, ran the water, freshened up, and reemerged.

The moment she opened the door, she saw Mitchel there. Startled, she recoiled, but he quickly pulled her toward him.

“Keep your hands off me!"