Are You Here To Cut Ties With Me Mitchel pressed his lips against Raegan's, and Raegan felt a chill enveloping her as his cold
fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth.
At the same time, Mitchel's grip on her wrist tightened, showing no signs of easing up.
Raegan hesitated to resist too strongly, her heart ablaze with anxiety.
Her heart raced in her chest, forced to endure his aggressive kiss.
In her mind, a single thought echoed.
There was something wrong with Mitchel.
He disregarded his reopened wound and stopped her from calling for doctors for medical treatment.
Gradually, a faint scent of rust pierced through the cold air, signaling the presence of blood.
Raegan was losing her composure as she grappled with the chaos in her mind.
Mitchel's tongue still dominated hers, every move pulling her deeper into his embrace.
Their eyes met, and they continued kissing as they looked at each other.
One desperately wanted to escape to call for medical treatment for the reopened wound, while the other was determined to etch
the moment into memory.
Finally, he loosened his grip for a moment, and Raegan seized the opportunity to bite his lower lip to stop him without hesitation.
Mitchel winced in pain and released her.
But he maintained his predatory gaze, looking at her like a fierce wolf eyeing its prey.
Ignoring his intense stare, Raegan pressed the call bell, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
She half-squatted down to check Mitchel’s reopened wound while waiting for the medical treatment.
However, she couldn't help but become furious and worried when she saw the severity of his wound.
The blood was seeping out even quicker now.

In a mix of frustration and concern, she shouted, "Mitchel! What's wrong with you?” It was as if he were playing with his own life.
Meanwhile, Mitchel lay on the floor, seemingly unconcerned about the blood on his chest.
However, he wore an indifferent expression on his handsome and charming face.
His thin lips had even turned red as if he had found a miraculous cure.
He chuckled hoarsely.
"Yes, you are right.
Something is wrong with me.” Raegan's face reflected her worry, not intending to provoke him but infuriated that Mitchel didn't
take his health seriously.
However, it seemed her concern was unnecessary.
Mitchel raised an eyebrow, chuckling.
“And you are my cure.” "What? Mitchel Dixon! You!” Raegan was beyond exasperated by his words.
How could he make light of the situation? He really deserved it! Looking at Raegan's nervous expression, Mitchel couldn't help

but smile.
At that moment, he sensed Raegan was still his and only his.
“I'm serious.
Your presence is my cure," he declared.
It seemed he was nursing a serious case of lovesickness.
His sweet and gentle voice made Raegan's heart skip a beat.
But Raegan wasn't a doctor.
How the heck was she supposed to cure him? Soon enough, a doctor strolled in, taking a deep breath at the sight of the

wounded Mitchel.

After giving Mitchel a well-deserved scolding, the doctor turned to Raegan. "Miss, I get that young people are full of energy, but you have to be careful. If your boyfriend's chest opens one more time, the situation could get serious.” TO" Blushing with embarrassment, Raegan was about to explain, but Mitchel beat her to it. "Doctor, this is all my fault. It has nothing to do with her." The doctor teased with a smile, "You were in pain earlier yet you kept silent. How come you won't even let me scold your girlfriend now?" Raegan's face turned even redder at the doctor's playful words. It wasn't the doctor's fault for having the wrong idea. There were bite marks around Mitchel’s lips. It wasn’t hard to imagine how intense things

phone. After listening to the voice message from Nicole, Raegan texted back. Mitchel perked up when Raegan played the voice message. He felt much better when he heard a female voice. Clearing his throat, he winced since he _

Seeing this, Raegan hurriedly put down her phone, thinking he needed something.
She asked with concern, "What do you need? I'll get it for you." Mitchel smiled and said, "I feel like eating something.” "What do
you want? I'll ask Matteo to grab it for you.” Mitchel turned his head and raised his chin as he asked, “Isn't there something
already on the table?" He was gesturing toward the porridge cooked by Raegan.
Raegan glanced at the porridge.
Didn't he turn it down just a moment ago? But she refrained from probing and was about to swap the cold bowl of porridge for a
warm one with a fresh set of tableware for Mitchel.
Yet, Mitchel stopped her and said, "It’s still edible.” Raegan hesitated for a while, then said, "But it’s cold now." Considering
Mitchel's current condition, warm food would serve him better.
She gently pushed his hand away.
Though subtle, Mitchel could still sense her resistance.
"IT made plenty of it.” Raegan wasn't sure what was going on in Mitchel’s head.
He just didn't want her taking away the cold porridge.
"It's okay.
I want to finish them all.” He took the bowl and set it on the table.
Eating by himself, however, risked aggravating his wound.
It hurt, but Mitchel made no sound.

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,

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