The driver was chatty, but Raegan, always cautious, avoided sharing personal information. Before boarding the car, she verified the license plate and, as Stefan had instructed, texted him that she was safely inside.

After driving forward for a certain distance, the cab suddenly stalled at the crossroads. The driver got out to check. Then, he said to Raegan, "Miss, I'm sorry. The car broke down. I need to call for roadside assistance."

Raegan nodded. "Okay, call them."

The driver scratched his head and said, "With this kind of traffic jam tonight, I'm not sure how long it will take for the mechanic to arrive. Maybe you should switch to another cab. Don't worry. I won't charge you for this ride."

It was only then that Raegan remembered the traffic jam. With this congestion, there wasn't a single cab in sight. And it was very dark.

Where could she possibly find another ride?

The air conditioning in the car turned off. Raegan felt uncomfortable sitting in an enclosed and stuffy space. She got out of the car to catch some fresh air. Then, she called her own driver. As expected, it would take more than an hour to arrive.

Tonight, every road heading north was congested. Only the southbound route was clear.

Raegan was standing by the roadside when a Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her. The back seat window rolled down, revealing Mitchel's handsome but expressionless face. He said coldly, "Get in the car." His tone was condescending.

Raegan frowned, feeling unlucky tonight that she constantly ran into him.

It was getting colder outside, and Raegan's outfit was a bit thin.

The tip of her nose was now red from the cold. The blush on her pale face made her look even more delicate.

"No, thank you." Treating Mitchel like a stranger, Raegan walked forward a few steps to a bus stop, although the buses’ trips were over for the night.

The bus stop was equipped with surveillance cameras, making it a safer place to wait. Raegan decided to wait for the driver there.

But the black Maybach followed her to the bus stop.

Raegan sat on the bench in the waiting shed. Mitchel got out of his car and approached her. “Get in the car. Or do I need to invite you?"

The last time they met, Mitchel hadn't said a word to Raegan. This time, without Katie around, he seemed willing to talk a bit more.

Raegan wasn't the kind of person who held grudges after being treated coldly. Besides, with their current relationship, there was no need for her to expect good treatment from Mitchel. She continued to refuse. "The driver is on his way."

Unexpectedly persistent, Mitchel retorted, “It's hard to get a ride here tonight. How long are you planning to wait here?"

“It's okay. It shouldn't take too long."