Her body ached profoundly as if it had undergone a complete disassembly and reassembly, a weariness that surpassed the toll of staying awake for several consecutive nights.

Attempting to rise, she found her muscles protesting, a stern reminder not to push too hard.

Although she was alone in bed, Raegan noticed the telltale indentation beside her and the faint sound of water in the bathroom, evidence that someone had stayed with her throughout the night.

Despite the desire to cry out of pain, she went out nothing. However, a single thought dominated her mind. Alcohol had clouded her mind!

She couldn't help but exclaim internally, "Ah! I should refrain from drinking anymore!"

Her mind felt like a chaotic jumble, stirred beyond recognition.

Raegan was at a loss for what to do.

She tried to assess the situation. Lifting her sore arms, she saw hickeys.

She lifted the quilt only to reveal a more embarrassing scene.

Shocked, she realized she and Mitchel had a crazy night.

Lying still for a moment, Raegan was still in a haze.

She felt staying here was not an option.

She struggled to get up with her overly exhausted body but couldn't find her clothes anywhere. She looked around and saw a few bags on the cupboard next to the door.

It was filled with various types of clothes, including underwear.

These might be bought for her because they were all her sizes.

Blushing, Raegan quietly dressed herself, grabbed her bag, and placed her hand on the door handle, opening it cautiously like a thief.

“Where are you going?" echoed Mitchel's low, magnetic voice from behind.

Instantly, Raegan froze. However, her only thought was still to leave this ward.

Ignoring everything else, she prepared to pull the door and run.

However, before she could make a move, Mitchel kicked the door shut, trapping her beneath him. His gaze was intense.