But just then, a long arm reached out protectively for Raegan, being sliced through by the knife. Blood started to flow immediately.

Mitchel faced the unkempt man and ignored his injured arm, his eyes reflecting a fearsome rage.

"Bang!" With a swift motion, Mitchel struck the man down before the man could even react.

As the man reached for his dropped knife, wanting to fight back, Mitchel crushed the man's hand with his heel, eliciting a blood-curdling scream. “Ah! My hand!"

The knife slipped from the man's grasp. Mitchel kicked it aside and then quickly bent down to check on Raegan for any harm. Though he found no injuries, his worry was evident. “Are you all right?"

Raegan, regaining her composure, murmured, "I'm fine..."

Mitchel suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.

Raegan, caught off guard, managed to gasp out, "Mitchel..."

“Raegan..." Mitchel repeated, embracing her tightly, his frame shaking with emotion.

"I was worried sick..." Mitchel confessed in a low voice.

Mitchel tried to keep his voice steady, but it still shook a bit.

Matteo, who was driving earlier, had coached Mitchel on what to say to trick the kidnapper.

At the same time, Matteo arranged for someone to locate Raegan. But the tracking was vague, only showing an area close to Raegan's studio, which wasn't very precise.

They split up to look for Raegan.

Then, following Raegan's cries for help, Mitchel found her at last!

Those minutes spent searching felt like torture to him. He even regretted getting mad at her and letting a meeting hold him up. The thought of something bad happening to Raegan was too much to bear.

Mitchel went quiet, lowered his head, and hugged Raegan even tighter.

A tear from Mitchel wetted Raegan's cheek, and its warmth made her shudder. Was Mitchel crying? Though it was just a single tear, it profoundly moved Raegan.

Being held closely by Mitchel, Raegan heard his heart beating faster than hers. Was he frightened and worried about her?

At that moment, Raegan couldn't find it in herself to be distant or push Mitchel away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him. His suit, usually so sleek and detached, now seemed to radiate a comforting warmth. She clenched her fingers around him, letting herself get lost in this warmth for a moment.