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, “If you… If youe any closer, I will call the police and sue you for s@xual assault!”


    Mitchel responded with a burst ofughter and his finger yfully flicked her forehead.


    “Ah!” Raegan’s pretty face twisted in difort and she instinctively covered her forehead with her hand as she red at him.


    With a smile, Mitchel gently touched the tip of Raegan’s nose.


    “Well, you could call this domestic abuse,” he said.


    His voice sounded almost like music to her ears.


    Raegan’s 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.


    “Aren’t you hungry? The food is going cold.


    ”


    At her words, Mitchel drew back and watched Raegan as she ate.


    The table wasid with all Raegan’s preferred dishes.


    Not that she wasn’t ustomed to fine dining.


    After all, the Foster family employed a Michelin-starred chef.


    It was just that the dishes her family’s chef madecked 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.


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    To her astonishment, Mitchel disyed surprising skills.


    In no time, he had neatly peeled several crabs on his te.


    It was crabs’ season, so the seafood was super fresh and juicy, and the aroma made Raegan’s mouth water.


    She hadn’t 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 dered, “I’m full.


    I should head home now.


    ”


    Mitchel removed his gloves, stopped her, and made her sit back on the seat.


    He then ced a te of sulent crab meat before her.


    “Finish these first,” he said lightly.


    Raegan, taken aback, asked, “Aren’t you going to have any?”


    Mitchel’s eyes darkened slightly.


    He then remembered that Raegan had lost her memory and wouldn’t recall his allergy to seafood.


    “I can’t eat seafood due to my allergy, so it’s all for you,”