Raegan harbored doubts about his assurance.

True to form, he soon added, his voice raspy, "I'll give you a heads-up before I kiss you."

Finding herself at a loss for words, Raegan chose silence over continued debate. Experience had taught her that arguing with him was an exercise in futility.

“Are you upset with me again?" Mitchel inquired, noting her stoic expression. He attempted to lighten the mood, “I'm only teasing."

In reality, Raegan's frustration wasn't directed at him but at herself. The turmoil within her was hers alone to understand. Her feelings were gradually evolving, a change that filled her with unease.

Mitchel, interpreting her silence as her refusal to his advances, tentatively asked, "“Raegan, surely I'm not so disagreeable that you can't stand me, am I?"

For a brief moment, Raegan didn't know how to respond, biting her lip and contradicting her true feelings. “Perhaps it's because I don't like you..

Her words struck Mitchel deeply as if a needle had pricked his heart.

He was acutely aware that the Raegan who once adored him was long gone. Yet, this didn't deter him. He was determined to win Raegan back, despite her memory loss of their shared past.

"I can be patient..." he whispered, willing to wait for her affection to rekindle. As he gently rested his chin atop her head, his usual playful tone was replaced by one tinged with sadness.

At that moment, Raegan felt an unexpected twinge of sorrow, as though she was tapping into his grief. She quickly brushed aside these contemplations, stating, "I need to leave now."

The constraints set by Erick were clear, and she couldn't afford to overstay.

Mitchel looked up, his voice rough with emotion. “Just a Little longer. Let me hold you."

They embraced in silence, their connection pausing the world around them. It was as if, for that moment, they were the only two people in existence.

Raegan could sense the depth of his longing to keep her close as if wishing to merge her into his very being.

Mitchel insisted on driving Raegan home. Eventually, Raegan conceded, stepping into his car, her own driver trailing behind them.

In the shadows, a black luxury car harbored a pair of eyes watching them intently, emanating a chilling hostility.

Mitchel's car and Raegan's left one after another.

On the other hand, the black car remained to where it was parked.

Inside this car, the bodyguard in black turned to the back seat and asked, "Sir, do you want to follow them?"