Raegan had promised herself that she would stop caring about Mitchel, but it was easier said than done.

It was so painful for her. She had tried her best to get a grip but in vain.

And then, out of nowhere, a jarring noise was heard.

The car slammed to a stop. Had she not been buckled in, Raegan would have catapulted out of her seat.

After the car screeched to a halt, the driver yelled at the vehicle in front, “Are you out of your mind? How could you drive like that?"

In the downpour, a tall and imposing man walked toward Raegan.

He swung open the back door and locked eyes with Raegan without blinking. The next moment, his gaze turned icy.

"Get out of the car," he ordered in a commanding voice.

Raegan was taken aback. She didn't expect that Mitchel would actually chase after her.

He stood there, soaked to the bone, with rain trickling off his long lashes. Even under these conditions, he still looked attractive.

Seeing that Raegan remained silent, Mitchel grabbed her hand directly.

Raegan was stunned for a split second and then shook off his grip.

"Mr. Dixon, you should go back."

Undeterred, Mitchel did not let her go and instead looked deep into her eyes.

"Then why did you come to the hospital to see me?"

Raegan's eyes clouded over. She stubbornly averted her gaze and shot back, “I wasn't there to see you."

Mitchel didn't seem to believe that and cut to the chase.

"Well, why did you run away? Are you jealous? You still have feelings for me, don't you?"

Raegan pursed her lips. She reminded herself not to expect love from Mitchel, or she would only end up disappointed.

“Don't get me wrong, Mr. Dixon. What do you expect me to do after seeing such a scene? Stick around for the encore?"