Unaware of the nature of Raegan and Mitchel's relationship, Darryl assumed Mitchel preferred not to be involved. He offered, "It's no trouble at all. I'll take her to the hospital myself."

Mitchel's eyes, long and narrow, narrowed further, giving Darryl an intimidating, almost frightening look. “I said let go of her," he demanded.

As he spoke, Mitchel walked into the elevator and strode over. He seized Raegan's wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

Raegan found herself in a cool embrace that felt surprisingly safe.

Her instincts told her she could trust him despite her lack of looking up to check the man's identity. She felt even safer than in Darryl's arms.

With Raegan in his arms, Mitchel pressed the button for the garage.

Darryl felt a wave of annoyance as he watched Raegan now lay in Mitchel's arms without resisting.

Darryl cursed silently. How could Raegan not resist in Mitchel's arms?

Observing Mitchel's cold, rigid expression, Darryl hesitated. Just as he was about to speak, the elevator doors reached its destination.

Mitchel exited the elevator quickly, carrying Raegan in his arms.

"Mitchel!" Darryl shouted, rushing to stop him. "This isn't right, is it? Imagine if someone sees you and snaps a photo..."

At Darryl's words, Mitchel paused, casting a cold look at Darryl, whose hands had just been on Raegan. “Stay out of it!" he said sharply.

Darryl was at a loss for words. For a brief moment, Darryl thought Mitchel looked like he wanted to chop off his hand with that glare.

Just then, Matteo arrived, looking serious. “Mr. Dixon, my team has kept the reporters away.

Out of a blue, rumors spread about the boss of Pinkorps Media having slept with a female boss of a design studio to gain the contract.

With this, paparazzi swarmed the restaurant, hoping for a scoop.

If Raegan stepped out at this time, she'd be swamped by them as a suspicious figure.

Mitchel settled Raegan in the back seat of his car and then hopped in, leaving Darryl standing there, bewildered.

As Darryl was about to get in Mitchel's car, Matteo stopped him. "Mr. Cullen, we've got a bit of a situation. Could you escort the lady over there outside? We need to distract the paparazzi and reporters so we can get Mrs... Uh, I mean Miss Foster to the hospital quickly."

Understanding the urgency, Darryl nodded, ushered the woman into his car, and sped off, successfully drawing most of the paparazzi away.