Mitchel pressed her hand on her shoulder and replied, "No matter how busy I am, I will manage to come here with you anyway."

His voice was gentle, the complete opposite of those harsh words he had spoken the night before.

Raegan could not help but think how irresistible Mitchel could be whenever he was gentle and tender. His charm could sweep anyone off their feet, including her.

If it were not for her suffering in their relationship and the loss of their baby, she might have fallen for him again.

During their half-hour visit, Raegan was visibly nervous because of Mitchel's presence.

Noticing her discomfort, Mitchel tightened his hold and soothingly stroked her shoulder with his thumb, causing her to blush even more.

Kyler sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, “Raegan, are you okay? Why is your face so red?"

Mitchel looked down at her, his gaze filled with affection.

“I'm fine, just feeling a little stuffy in here," Raegan said.

Kyler did not doubt her words and nodded.

"We old people often feel cold, so the room might be a bit warmer than outside."

The visit seemed to last an eternity for Raegan.

As soon as she walked out of the ward, she withdrew herself from Mitchel's embrace.

For her, the charade they had maintained inside was suffocating.

When the elevator arrived, Raegan stepped in and hurriedly closed its door.

However, Mitchel was quicker and slipped inside just in time.

As his familiar scent reached Raegan's senses, the scene of their elevator kiss flashed across her mind, making her instinctively step back.

Mitchel stared at her with irony in his eyes and asked, "Where are you headed? I can give you a ride."

"No, thank you. I can manage on my own," Raegan curtly replied.

As she spoke, she pressed herself against the elevator wall to maintain distance from Mitchel.