The future hadn't been something Raegan had considered in depth.

Henley's unexpected question left Raegan momentarily speechless, her hesitation clearly unsettling Henley. Abruptly, he reached out, gripping her other hand firmly.

Startled, Raegan's eyes widened as she met his gaze.

"Just remember what you promised." Henley's voice was soft yet firm.

At that moment, Raegan felt something strange about Henley.

Then, an abrupt hit on the brakes.

The car jerked to a stop.

The car door was pulled open. There stood Mitchel, his gaze piercing as he observed their entwined hands, his expression turning into a sneer.

Feeling dissected under his scornful eyes, Raegan was shaken.

"Get out," Mitchel's voice was icy as he addressed her.

Raegan instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Henley's grip was unyielding.

Henley, meeting Mitchel's stern look, said evenly, "Mr. Dixon, we have a plane to catch."

Mitchel, exuding a chilling aura, disregarded Henley and pulled Raegan forcefully from the car.

Henley's grip didn't ease, causing Raegan pain. She winced.

"It hurts."

Mitchel relaxed his grip, followed by Henley.

Mitchel then seized the opportunity to scoop Raegan into his arms and strode toward his vehicle.

From behind, Henley's voice was cold but resolute.

“Raegan, I'll wait for you."

Jolted back to reality, Raegan realized she and Henley were supposed to catch a flight.