Matteo found himself at a loss for words.

The taxi driver frowned, thinking.

Raegan was stunned. Mitchel's capacity for fabrication was unexpectedly impressive.

After consideration, the taxi driver eventually stepped out and passed the taxi to Matteo.

The taxi driver even imparted some wisdom to Mitchel. "Remember, a wife should be treasured, not upset. Got that?"

"I understand, sir." Looking at Raegan, Mitchel added, "I'll make sure to ‘treasure’ her properly."

Raegan was at a loss for words since things happened so swiftly.

Matteo took the wheel and began to drive away, with the taxi driver's voice echoing in the distance. “Young man, I don't know how to operate your fancy car..."

A slight smile appeared on Mitchel's face. His plan had worked.

Raegan was astounded by Mitchel's plan. "You really are a scoundrel.”

“Just a bit, and only for you," Mitchel replied.

Raegan was rendered speechless. She crinkled her nose at the overpowering scent on him. “Leave the car. Your smell is making me nauseous!"

Mitchel sniffed his sleeve, recognizing the woman's strong perfume on his clothes. He immediately removed his jacket, instructed Matteo to pull over at a nearby station platform, and discarded his jacket in a trash bin.

As he began to remove his shirt, Raegan intervened. "What on earth are you doing?"

Mitchel appeared puzzled. “You said the smell was bothering you, didn't you?"

Raegan felt her cheeks grow hot. "Just leave the car. I didn't mean you should undress!"

The idea of Mitchel getting undressed in a taxi was even more unsettling. Particularly in a taxi lacking privacy film. Passersby might misconstrue their situation if they saw Mitchel undressing.

Mitchel protested, “But I made a promise to the taxi driver to ‘treasure’ you properly..."

Raegan's face turned even redder.

Mitchel moved closer, offering his arm for her to sniff. “Check this.