I'm Addicted To You "Help me..." Mitchel whispered.

That night, Raegan regretted being softhearted.

They didn't have sex, but it felt more draining than they had.

She learned the hard way never to buy a man's shitty sweets.

Raegan was kicking herself for this.

Exhausted from the previous night, Raegan was still asleep at 10 a.m.

Even when Matteo walked in, Raegan was still in a deep sleep.

Matteo had come into the ward to deliver some clothes for them to get changed.

The moment Matteo entered the ward, he saw Raegan, snug as a bug in Mitchel’s arms.

Her hair was a little tousled, and her bare shoulders were peeking out.

Both of them looked attractive and alluring, making the whole scene look erotic.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't Mitchel injured? How in the world did they sleep in this position? But then, Matteo sensed a sharp gaze on him.

So, he kept his head down, quickly set the clothes and breakfast on the table, and left.

Although he was on his tiptoes, the noise seemed to rouse Raegan.

Still caught between sleep and wakefulness, Raegan snuggled even closer to Mitchel.

Her action undoubtedly pleased Mitchel.

With a smile on his thin lips, Mitchel pulled Raegan closer.

When Raegan finally woke up, she saw him fiddling with a tablet with one hand.

Upon realizing she was lying on his lap, she was stunned for a few seconds and then tried to move away.

Mitchel, however, held her shoulders in place, rendering her unable to move, He set the tablet aside and leaned down.

Then he gave Raegan a light kiss on her forehead.

"Hungry?" Such intimacy made Raegan a little shy.

She shook her head and answered in a low voice, "No...

I'm not hungry.” "But Iam,” Mitchel whispered in her ear.

His words threw her for a loop.

She had a feeling that Mitchel’s hunger was for something other than food.

"T'll get you some food.” Raegan got up.

she was wearing Mitchel’s shirt, and her own clothes lay

last night flooded back, making

Mitchel focused on his work and said, "Matteo had already dropped off some food and clothes." Still red-faced, Raegan hopped out

lunch, she finally came to her senses and asked, "Did you ask Matteo to pick out these

awkward, right? "Tl had the maid pick out the clothes, and Matteo Just brought them over,”

I'll personally buy these

your size." Raegan

like hitting a brick

Raegan got up to leave,

asked in

could feel his warm breath on

"Yeah...

replied,

away and retorted, "Eat some fruits then.” "I want you to feed

it yourself?” "I'm injured, remember?" Mitchel responded without missing a

at his slender

pretty

begging for mercy in the bed, and he seemed anything but

gaze, Mitchel cheekily poked her

was really worn out

I promise

with a straight face? "Stop it!" She picked up a grape from the plate and popped it

whispered, "You didn't say ‘stop’ last

Before she could even finish her sentence,

don't want a divorce.”

second, she wondered if there was something

"T think I've become addicted to

there, trying to process what he

suddenly hooked on her, and he no longer

mind felt like

Mitchel leaned in close until his handsome face was

pressed his lips to hers and then nudged

heart raced, leaving her

lips lightly grazed her fingertips, and then moved to kiss

delicately maneuvered the grape, and

gently lifted Raegan’s chin and

face was flushed and

rippled through Raegan and sent electric currents coursing from

made her toes curl up in

not put into words the

was sucked up, Mitchel released her lips and remarked with satisfaction, "That was so sweet.” Raegan, however, was still caught up in the whirlwind

almost as if it

trembled and were barely able

and flustered, she picked up the lunch box from the table with trembling hands and mumbled, "T'll just

nurse.” But Raegan had already opened

room any longer and wanted to get some

the balcony

had claimed never to have kissed another

said he did not want a

much? What was he going to say to Lauren? The more Raegan pondered, the more she

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