Eating by himself, however, risked aggravating his wound.

It hurt, but Mitchel made no sound. Instead, he just furrowed his brow and endured in silence.

Eventually, Raegan couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed the bowl, put away the table, and asked him to Lie down.

Then she fed him with care. Surprisingly, Mitchel was more agreeable than before, even compliant.

It felt inappropriate to describe someone like Mitchel, who was always domineering in front of other people like that.

Raegan sensed he was trying to please her.

After he finished a bowl of porridge, Raegan asked casually, "Do you want more?"

Mitchel's dark eyes roamed over her swollen lips, and he murmured, “Yes, I want more."

He then stared at her with an intense gaze.

Raegan immediately blushed, and her ears turned red.

“I'm asking if you want more porridge.”

With a sly smile, Mitchel replied, “I knew that. That's exactly what I meant. What were you thinking?"

Raegan was rendered speechless. She fell for his trick on words again.

Mitchel continued to eat until the thermal pot was empty. He indeed finished it all.

Raegan was somewhat surprised. Hadn't Mitchel eaten anything the entire day?

Meanwhile, Mitchel just looked at her and smiled.

"It's delicious. I like it."

Considering Raegan had made the porridge personally, he didn't want to waste any of it.

It was well into the night when Mitchel finished off his porridge.

When he saw Raegan standing up, his expression immediately changed.