Chapter: 1600
The mysterious man in the back seat rested his slender fingers against his chin. He was pale as a ghost. A hideous scar on the corner of his mouth extended upwards as if it pierced through his entire face. Even the shape of the scar was terrifying.
He looked like a clown doll whose face was torn by something and sewn back together.
It took a while before the man answered, "No need." His voice was hoarse and dry. Obviously, his vocal cords were severely damaged.
“Meeting-up should be around the corner, anyway."
The way he said this, it was more like he was talking to himself.
His eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth curved into a terrifying smile.
Then, he instructed, "Just go back."
The black car immediately started and drove away in the opposite direction.
Soon, Mitchel's cars pulled up at the Foster family's villa.
Mitchel still wrapped his arm around Raegan's waist, not wanting to let go. Although he sat quietly in the car, he felt endless happiness having Raegan by his side.
"Okay, I'm going back now," Raegan announced, breaking the silence.
She had been leaning against Mitchel's shoulder all this time. It felt so comfortable that she fell asleep for a while. She was way too unguarded around him.
When Mitchel heard this, his arm around her waist tightened. He held her closer and whispered, "You said nine o'clock. We still have five minutes."
Raegan was rendered speechless. He was really counting every minute with her.
Mitchel stared straight at Raegan unblinkingly. His eyes were intense.
It was as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.
Raegan's earlobes suddenly turned hot, and her heart began to beat faster. She couldn't help asking, “Can you stop staring at me?"
“I Like you..." Mitchel reached out, held her pinkish face with his long and slender fingers, and traced the contours of her face.
Despite having heard his confession multiple times, Raegan would still blush at this. Her skin felt a bit itchy from his tickling.
She gently pushed his hand away and said, "Hands off."