However, Raegan couldn't help but speculate whether Mitchel had stayed to
seize an opportunity to harm her when she was awake.
Changing the IV bag, the head nurse left without another word.
Soon after, the measured sound of footsteps resonated from the corridor.
Feeling unsettled, Raegan instinctively didn’t want to see Mitchel.
So she closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
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Mitchel entered the room, noticing the anxious quiver of Raegan’s eyelashes.
He internally scoffed, thinking she was quite the poor actress.
Expressionless, he opened the lunchbox, releasing the savory scent of porridge
into the room.
Having spent a restless night, Raegan felt her stomach suddenly rouse.
She loved this particular type of porridge.
“Time to eat,” Mitchel stated tersely.
Determined to avoid facing him, Raegan kept her eyes closed. But her stomach
betrayed her with a loud rumble.
Mitchel’s derisive snort gave away her charade. Reluctantly, Raegan sat up,
readying the foldable table for her meal.
She might not be hungry, but she couldn't let her baby starving.
But the problem was that she couldn't have the porridge by herself, since her
hands were injured.
Seeing this, Mitchel put the porridge into a small bow! and fed her with a spoon.
Observing his stern countenance, Raegan hesitated before suggesting, “Perhaps
you could ask a nurse to feed me?”
Mitchel fixed her with a piercing, infuriated gaze.
“So, do you want this food or not?”
Helpless, Raegan accepted the spoonful of porridge without further complaint.
It was uncharacteristic for Mitchel to take care of someone. To his surprise,
Raegan was rather cooperative.
Mitchel couldn't help but imagine if they had a daughter, would she be as
adorable and well-behaved as Raegan during meals?
After only managing a small bowl, Raegan couldn't take any more.
Mitchel set the bowl aside and rang the service bell. Someone arrived to clear
the table.