On the roadside, Jarrod remained seated in his car, watching her departure, and lit a cigarette.
His phone buzzed.
It was Alec.
âMr.
Schultz, should we downplay the recent news?â
Some board members were already questioning Jarrodâs rash decisions.
Yet, they felt powerless to intervene.
Alec considered minimizing the fallout for Jarrodâs sake.
Jarrod, raising an eyebrow, replied, âLet it be.
â
He was intrigued to see how Nicole intended to bring him down.
Raegan lingered outside Mitchelâs hospital room for a moment.
His ward surrounded by bodyguards, she felt a bit nervous about getting caught.
Finally, as the bodyguards switched duties, Raegan ducked her head and slipped in quietly.
Dressed as a nurse, she found it easier to blend into the background.
Nicole had even thoughtfully provided Raegan with a nurseâs badge for the hospital.
It was even more unlikely for her to catch anyoneâs eye.
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Upon entering, Raegan found Mitchel asleep, his eyes shut.
She moved closer and noticed bruises on his otherwise handsome face that hadnât healed yet.
His arm injury had healed up a bit, and he didnât bother with a bandage.
Underneath his clothing, there seemed to be a lump on his shoulder, likely covered in thick bandages.
Raegan suddenly felt sorry for him.
He got hurt on his shoulder when he rescued her, and after that, he was beaten by her brother.
He seemed to be severely injured by her brother.
Even in his sleep, Mitchelâs expression was tense, his majestic eyebrows furrowed.
Without thinking, Raegan reached out, intending to ease the furrows on his brow.
As soon as her fingertips brushed against his forehead, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he abruptly opened his eyes.
Raeganâs fingers froze, caught in the act of withdrawing.
Mitchel was slowly coming to, his mind still foggy from sleep.
His deep gaze locked onto the delicate fingers before him as he coldly inquired, âWhat are you doing?â
Raegan found herself at a loss for words.
She gave the Mitchel a smack on the forehead.
This action snapped Mitchel to full alertness, his gaze sharpening on her.
His look conveyed a clear message: without a good explanation, there would be consequences.
Raeganâs heart raced, her voice deliberately high-pitched as she explained behind the mask, âMosquitos here.
â
Mitchel was rendered speechless.
He looked at Raegan, his gaze cold and detached.
If Raegan didnât think her disguise was good enough, she almost felt like he knew who she was.
Raegan bowed her head, like a shy bird, whispering gently, âTake care.