Their eyes met. Henley said, "What brings you back to the hospital?"

His voice tinged with worry.

“Fertility treatments," Raegan pointed to her stomach and explained.

“And you?"

Henley gestured toward his arm and playfully said, “Physical rehab."

Upon hearing this, Raegan's face turned somber.

"I'm sorry, Henley," she offered, feeling guilt-ridden over his injuries.

Henley shrugged it off and comforted her, “No need to be concerned.

I made this decision willingly. Nobody pushed me into it."

Yet, Raegan grew more melancholic.

“Henley, can I treat you to coffee?"

For some reason, this made Henley slightly uneasy, but he consented with a cheerful nod.

After sitting down, Raegan opted for juice while Henley sipped on coffee.

He found himself distracted by the sight of Raegan's slender, beautiful fingers.

A vivid dream flashed in his mind. It was an implausible dream where Raegan's fingers had rendered him on cloud nine.

How could it be? His pursuit of her was purely strategic.

He despised women. How could he be charmed by one so quickly?

Disturbed, Henley shifted the subject.

“Raegan, rumor has it that Miss Murray and your husband will be sharing some good news soon.

What's that about?"