After disconnecting the call, a malicious grin stretched across her face.

Lauren swore to herself that Mitchel could only be hers and hers alone. That bitch Raegan... Her days were numbered!

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Raegan found herself confined to her ward, trailed by attendants wherever she went. The constant supervision made her lose interest in leaving her room, so she went to bed early.

She usually shut off the air conditioner before bed. However, the room seemed colder than usual, so she opted not to.

In the dead of night, she sensed what felt like a warm "furnace" next to her. It was warm and comfortable. In addition, it even had a pleasant scent.

She turned over, snuggled close to this furnace, and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Mitchel froze and tried his best not to move a muscle.

But Raegan was restless. Her hands roved here and there, igniting a fire within him.

There was nothing he could do but grasp her wandering hand to keep her from touching him in places she should not.

But the next moment, she accidentally nuzzled her lips against his Adam's apple.

Her soft lips brushed against his most sensitive area, and he tensed up almost instantly.

That was the last place that she should touch because it made him turn on immediately.

A cold sweat broke out on Mitchel's forehead, and he almost lost control.

The temptation to give in to desire was overwhelming. Thankfully, he still had some self-restraint left.

Well, Raegan was pregnant and could not have sex very often.

If he woke her now, who knows how long she would be up? He could not let her lose sleep.

Although begrudgingly, he waited out the temptation and did not succumb to slumber until the first rays of dawn crept through the window.

As the room brightened, Raegan stretched lazily and enjoyed the feel of the "furnace" beside her.

But the next second, she realized that something was wrong. She sensed muscles.

She jolted awake, turned around, and found herself enveloped in Mitchel's arms.