Observing Raegan's unwavering determination, Henley's expression turned somewhat gloomy.

He ceased bothering Raegan but locked eyes with her, saying, “If that's what you truly want, Raegan, I'll honor your wishes."

“Thank you for understanding, Henley. I hope life treats you well,"

Raegan responded sincerely.

“As a final gesture, may I at least treat you to dessert?" Henley offered.

Touched by his sincerity, Raegan agreed with a nod.

This hospital featured a buffet bar, so Henley instructed Raegan to remain seated while he went to fetch the dessert.

Turning around, Henley's gaze shifted to one of cool detachment.

Silently, he headed to the dessert counter to place his order. Once he had his treat in hand, he returned by a different path.

When he encountered Mitchel, he was entirely unfazed. He greeted Mitchel in a tone tinged with sarcasm, “Ah, Mr. Dixon, you've come for some coffee as well?"

The irony was not lost on either man, considering the woman Mitchel was married to awaited Henley in the dining room.

Mitchel stood upright, his legs appearing even more slender encased in his tailored pants, and responded, “I warned you to keep your distance from my wife. Did you forget?"

Henley grinned, replying, "Oh, your warning? Yes, I remember it quite well."

Mitchel fixed him with an icy stare.

The mere thought of Henley and Raegan whispering sweet nothings to each other filled him with a violent rage he had to suppress for Raegan's sake.

Mitchel said in a frigid tone, “If you remember, then why are you still here?"

“Mr. Dixon, I choose to stay, because Henley hesitated deliberately, his intentions evident in his expression.

“Raegan is a good girl and I like her very much.”

Mitchel's eyes narrowed at this, his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth.

"You like her very much? How dare you!"