"You want to leave just like that?"

Suppressing her panic, Raegan replied, “I have classes in the afternoon."

Mitchel gently ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Give me a minute. I'll drive you there."

Unwilling, Raegan made up an excuse.

“Forget it. Your condition.

Before she could finish her words, Mitchel leaned in and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think everything that happened last night is proof enough that I'm in good condition?"

Raegan blushed deeply.

Mitchel couldn't help but gently rub her earlobe. His eyes dimmed momentarily.

"I didn't expect you to be so greedy. Wait until I completely recover."

His final words carried a hint of coaxing.

Raegan's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't bear to hear more.

Interrupting him, she said, "You should get dressed first."

Mitchel turned around to put on his clothes, but the next second, the door clicked shut, and Raegan dashed away faster than a rabbit.

When Mitchel finished dressing, he realized Raegan had left long ago.

He could only manage a helpless smile.

The truth was that Raegan didn't have any afternoon classes, but her mind was in disarray.

Once she got home, she took a shower and curled up in bed, hesitating to check her phone for a while.

Mitchel had called and left messages.

"You ran away so fast. Looks like you are not in pain anymore."

Raegan blushed as she scrolled down.