The tension in the room thickened.
Before, Raegan wouldnât have bothered if he didnât eat.
However, knowing that Mitchel got hurt because of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking for any recognition, Raegan couldnât bring herself to be indifferent.
Remembering Matteoâs advice, she said, âYour stomach is weak.
You need to eat the porridge first.
â
Mitchel didnât respond, his attention fixed on the magazine.
Raegan felt at a loss.
It was obvious he was upset.
With the porridge getting cold, she softened her voice.
âIt wasnât on purpose that I missed your calls today.
I was really swamped.
â
Mitchel finally turned to face her and said coldly, âBusy the day before yesterday, busy yesterday and busy today?â
Raeganâs heart raced under his intense look.
âYes, reallyâ¦â
Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted, âWell, keep being busy then.
â
His attractive features seemed to darken, a hint of hurt in his voice.
Raegan found herself unable to stay seated, her feet itching to walk away right then.
But then Mitchelâs chilly voice stopped her in her tracks.
âAnyway, throwing up blood isnât deadly.
â
At his words, Raegan, who was about to get up, sat back down.
Mitchelâs tense expression eased a bit.
He silently mocked, thinking how inconsistent she was.
She could dish out cutting remarks, and heâd hold his tongue, but the moment he retorted, she thought of leaving.
Furthermore, her face showed no guilt for having misled him the past couple of days.
Feeling another twinge of discomfort, Mitchel couldnât help but grimace.
Raegan saw his face turn even paler and realized it wasnât right to be mad at someone who was sick.
She decided to let him express his feelings if it made him feel any better.
After all, it did not harm her.
In a softer tone, she offered, âCan you at least eat something if I feed you?â
Mitchel didnât respond, pushing Raegan to impatience.
âThen what do you want? If nothing seems rightâ¦â
âFine,â Mitchel abruptly conceded.
âWhen did I ever say it wasnât okay?â
âThen why stay silent?â With that, Raegan took some porridge and gently brought it to his mouth.
Mitchel grimaced as he ate and sneered, âMen never say they canât.
â
Understanding the double meaning, Raegan blushed.
âYou have no shame.
â
âHow am I shameless? What Iâm saying is true, right?â His eyes twinkled.
âGive it another try with me.
Youâve never told me I couldnât beforeâ¦â