She tried to back away, only to find herself cornered by the cold wall, chilled by the air conditioner.
Facing Mitchel who was so close that she could almost feel his Lips on hers, Raegan stammered a warning, âIf you⦠If you come any closer, I will call the police and sue you for s@xual assault!â
Mitchel responded with a burst of laughter and his finger playfully flicked her forehead.
âAh!â Raeganâs pretty face twisted in discomfort and she instinctively covered her forehead with her hand as she glared at him.
With a smile, Mitchel gently touched the tip of Raeganâs nose.
âWell, you could call this domestic abuse,â he said.
His voice sounded almost like music to her ears.
Raeganâs face blushed immediately.
Raegan soon realized that his words hinted at something.
It suggested they were a couple.
She averted her gaze from Mitchel and awkwardly changed the conversation.
âArenât you hungry? The food is going cold.
â
At her words, Mitchel drew back and watched Raegan as she ate.
The table was laid with all Raeganâs preferred dishes.
Not that she wasnât accustomed to fine dining.
After all, the Foster family employed a Michelin-starred chef.
It was just that the dishes her familyâs chef made lacked something.
However, both the ingredients and the cooking methods of the dishes from this restaurant were more to her Liking.
Mitchel rolled up his sleeves, put on the special gloves, and slowly prepared the crab meat for Raegan.
Raegan had a fondness for crabs but found eating them a hassle.
Sometimes, she even cut her fingers on the shells.
Given her delicate health, even a small cut could lead to infection.
At home, the staff would only serve her crab meat that had been pre-processed, to avoid any risks.
That was why Raegan never had crabs at restaurants.
To her astonishment, Mitchel displayed surprising skills.
In no time, he had neatly peeled several crabs on his plate.
It was crabsâ season, so the seafood was super fresh and juicy, and the aroma made Raeganâs mouth water.
She hadnât expected Mitchel to be a fellow crab lover.
As a seafood lover herself, it was almost a form of torture watching Mitchel skillfully peel the crabs right before her.
Struggling to control her craving, Raegan looked away, stood up, and declared, âIâm full.
I should head home now.
â
Mitchel removed his gloves, stopped her, and made her sit back on the seat.
He then placed a plate of succulent crab meat before her.
âFinish these first,â he said lightly.
Raegan, taken aback, asked, âArenât you going to have any?â
Mitchelâs eyes darkened slightly.
He then remembered that Raegan had lost her memory and wouldnât recall his allergy to seafood.
âI canât eat seafood due to my allergy, so itâs all for you,â