Raegan felt both humiliated and enraged. She couldn't be as brazen as he was.

With a forceful kick, her lips quivering with emotion, she spat out, "You're despicable, Mitchel!"

Unfazed, Mitchel used his long legs to pin the restless woman beneath him, replying with a sardonic grin, “Why don't you take a closer look, then?"

The room was filled with tension and noise, unbeknownst to them, clearly audible to the man lurking just outside.

Henley stood just outside the ward, his face suggesting he could almost visualize what was happening inside. His mind painted a vivid picture. It was a man's hands caressing a woman's slender, pale waist, doing something.

Unable to contain his disgust any longer, Henley scoffed and walked away.

Two hours had elapsed.

Flushed and disheveled, Raegan found herself paralyzed despite her hands being free.

Mitchel's shirt was far from its usual crisp appearance. Seeing Raegan's clothes in tatters, he tossed a spare shirt from the closet her way.

“Put this on for now. I'll have Matteo bring you something more suitable later."

Defiant, Raegan hurled the shirt back at him. Her cheeks flushed as she seethed, "Bastard!"

She blamed him for her lack of clothing.

Mitchel's anger seemed to subside. His eyes narrowed into icy slits as he inquired, "You're using such strong words?"

Raegan fixed her glare on him, lacking further words to convey her anger.

The only curses she knew were already spent on this bastard.

Mitchel adjusted his disheveled attire and suggested, “Perhaps you should expand your vocabulary. It might make for more interesting conversation during sex."

Enraged to the point of tears, Raegan retorted, "Who says there will be more sex between us?"

Mitchel's eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned in, pinching her cheek softly.

"Then with whom do you plan to have sex?"

"It's none of your business," Raegan snapped, still fuming over Mitchel's earlier comments at the café. Those words had left her feeling humiliated.