The rain intensified, and the driver's patience was starting to wear thin.

“Are you two done? I've got to make a living, you know?"

Mitchel whipped out his purse and threw a large amount of money to the driver. He then shot a frosty glance at the driver and asked, "Is that enough?"

The driver was floored. The amount he just received was more than enough to cover the fee. It was equivalent to his monthly income.

The driver mustered a smile and said, "The rain's coming down in buckets. Sir, why don't you get in the car while you talk to her?

Take your time."

"You!" Raegan uttered in disbelief. She was speechless for what Mitchel had just done. She frowned as she realized she could not compete with Mitchel when it came to the money. Forget it.

“Excuse me, you're blocking my way," Raegan sternly said to Mitchel.

“I'm not going to move," he replied flatly.

"Mr. Dixon, don't waste your precious time on me. Go back to Miss Murray."

As Raegan said this, her eyes were emotionless, as if the man before her was a stranger.

For some reason, this ignited a spark of anger in Mitchel, and he questioned, “You really want me to go back to her?"

"Yes." Raegan firmly nodded.

“Fine!" Mitchel, without missing a beat, slammed the door shut and walked away.

As Raegan watched his retreating figure, her heart ached. It felt as though she had contracted some sort of a rare disease that got worse every time she had a fight with Mitchel.

Raegan wanted to say more. But instead, she simply turned her face away and motioned for the driver to get moving.

Just as the engine roared to life, the back door was flung open.

Mitchel returned, pinned her to the seat, and began to kiss her passionately.

For a moment, Raegan's mind went blank. She instinctively tried to dodge, but Mitchel's grip on her chin was unyielding, giving her no chance to escape.

Raegan was almost suffocated by the kiss and wanted to run away, but Mitchel's hand was like an iron clamp, which rendered her powerless.