"Okay."

With that, they headed to a restaurant known for its casserole porridge.

After saying their orders, Raegan and Henley sat across each other.

As they waited for the dishes to be served, an awkward silence filled the air. It was Henley who broke it.

"I was a bit rude this afternoon," he began.

Taken aback, Raegan looked at Henley as if wondering if he was telling the truth.

“I assumed you didn't want to talk to Mr. Dixon, so I intervened.

Tell me if you want to clarify things with him, I'll do it," Henley continued. It seemed he genuinely wanted to help her with those words at that time.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief. She did not know how to bring up the matter, so she was glad he brought it up himself. The thing was, she was not ready to start a new relationship, not even with someone as close as Henley. Accepting him as an admirer felt too soon.

Raegan smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

"You don't need to explain anything to him, she assured him.

"Thanks for your help, Henley."

She decided to let Mitchel misunderstand. Given his pride and arrogance, he probably despised her now and did not want to see her again. This thought brought her a sense of relief. She had no desire to see him again. Their interactions only led to mutual pain.

As Henley observed her expression, he realized he had made the right choice. Confessing his feelings now would be imprudent. Raegan would likely reject him, perhaps even distancing herself from him.

With this realization, he offered her a reassuring smile and said, "I'm glad you didn't misunderstand me. And remember, if you need anything in the future, just tell me."

This atmosphere lightened considerably. After a long day, they both felt starving.

The meal was delicious and comforting. Raegan found herself eating more and enjoying the evening.

After dinner, Henley drove Raegan home.

When they reached her building, Raegan bade farewell to him, and Henley responded with a warm smile.

But just as Raegan was about to step out of the car, Henley broke into a cold sweat, clutched his stomach, and was in apparent pain.