Inside and out, the chill was relentless.

Mitchel observed the pallor of her lips and the weariness etched on her face, momentarily rendered speechless. A fleeting urge to approach her washed over him, but his legs remained stubbornly rooted, leaving him frozen in place. In his perception, it seemed like sharp needles were forcefully piercing his head, causing unbearable pain.

Eventually, Mitchel ceased trying to approach her, tightened his fists, and spoke in a chilling tone. "It appears my performance was so striking that Miss Foster cannot forget it or find a replacement."

Raegan weakly murmured, "Mitchel, does embarrassing me truly bring you joy?"

Right then, another dark vehicle pulled up behind them, catching Mitchel's attention. He sneered, “Do you consider this embarrassing?"

Then, he curved his fingers and traced them along Raegan's elegant neck, pausing briefly at her collarbone, before abruptly tearing it, shredding the delicate sweater that clung to Raegan's figure.

A surge of cold air enveloped Raegan, and she gazed at Mitchel in shock, feeling exposed and frightened. Instinctively, she lifted her hand to shield the torn collar, only to have it grasped by him.

Mitchel's voice carried an enticing charm, yet it was laced with venom. "Remember, this is humiliation."

With that, he casually lifted his hand, hooking it onto Raegan's comfortable sports bra, quipping sarcastically, “If you wish to entice someone, consider wearing something more enticing, perhaps a short skirt like those seen in clubs. It would undoubtedly capture attention more effectively."

His relentless humiliation persisted, each sentence striking Raegan like a slap. She clenched her torn collar, tears streaming down her face as she exclaimed, "What nonsense are you speaking!"

Mitchel forcefully grasped her chin, his gaze icy as he stared into her eyes. "You've been pursuing me because you want me to sleep with you, right?"

A searing pain jolted through Raegan's chin, prompting her hand to clench into a fist.

The next moment, Mitchel leaned down, his chilling breath encroaching, poised as though on the brink of a kiss.

Raegan's thoughts dissolved into confusion, leaving her unable to respond. The long-held conjecture was entirely upended, leaving a profound impact on her.

As Mitchel's chilly lips drew nearer, before Raegan could respond, his mouth grazed past and made contact with her ear.

"To be honest, I've been intimate with you countless times." He chuckled, his voice scraping against Raegan's eardrums. “I'm honestly and completely tired of it.”

After speaking those words, Mitchel quickly let Raegan go, as if discarding refuse, even taking a step back as though repulsed.

Deprived of support, Raegan slid down the car's body, nearly falling to the ground. Through a stroke of luck, she seized the door handle, stabilizing her stance.

Despite her near stumble, Mitchel remained composed. “Apologies, I cannot compromise my standards to meet your wishes, however..." He paused, a sneer forming on his face. "If you truly desire it, I can suggest men known for their endurance and diverse skills..."

Raegan couldn't endure it any longer and delivered a resounding slap to Mitchel's face.