He seemed to be roused from his slumber by her movements, and his dark eyes held a hint of annoyance.

"You..." Raegan wrapped herself in the quilt, her cheeks red as an apple. After hesitating for a while, she blurted out, "You, you freak!"

“What did you say?" Mitchel lazily asked, seemingly half-awake.

Raegan's face was aflame as she pointed at him and asked, “Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Mitchel glanced at himself and then answered matter-of-factly, “My clothes got stained with blood. I can't wear them anymore."

After saying that, he removed the quilt and put it aside, revealing his tempting six-pack.

"It's too hot in here," Mitchel mumbled.

“What nonsense are you talking about? It's December. Are you out of your mind?" Raegan retorted.

Mitchel had an amazing physique, with his legs, abdomen, and waist all flawlessly proportioned like a supermodel. Even without clothes on, he was brimming with hormones, and now he was just wearing underwear.

Even a professional model couldn't compete with his physique.

Raegan's face turned even redder as she looked at him.

No wonder she had felt so warm while she was asleep.

It turned out that Mitchel had been cradling her in his arms while almost naked.

"Regardless, it's too hot in here. Do you have any problem with that?"

Mitchel retorted grumpily as he got out of bed.

After a while, he came back holding a bowl, and handed it to her, saying, "Drink this."

Raegan's eyes widened as she caught the scent of ginger soup.

"Did you make this?"

Mitchel replied, somewhat reluctantly, "Yes."

After showering, he noticed Raegan's hands and feet were cold, so he contacted Matteo and asked him to bring some ingredients. He then cooked the soup according to the recipe he found on the Internet.