He remained rooted to the spot. By the time he returned to his senses, Raegan had already gone out.

Mitchel hurried after her. When he saw her getting into a taxi, he, in desperation, grabbed her hand.

Raegan jerked and tried to shake off his grip. As it turned out, he had seized her injured right hand.

“Ouch! Let me go!" Raegan cried while glaring at him.

Pained by the coldness in her stare, Mitchel held her hand tighter and offered, "Let me drive you home."

"No, thank you," Raegan refused without a second thought.

When the taxi driver saw the standoff, he picked up another passenger and drove off.

Raegan was fuming. Sadly, she was unable to break free from Mitchel's grasp, so she eventually stopped struggling.

Mitchel mistook her calm for a sign of hope. Though a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, he acted tough.

"Do you want me to carry you in my arms, or will you come along without a fuss?"

Raegan was too mad to say a word. Before she could react, Mitchel had swept her up into his car and buckled her in.

However, she, quick as a flash, unbuckled the seat belt and Lunged for the door.

Mitchel had seen through her and immediately locked the door from his side.

Seething, Raegan turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth, “Unlock the door."

"I'll drive you home," Mitchel insisted.

“Didn't you hear me? I said, unlock the door!" Raegan, with her patience wearing thin, took out her phone and dialed the police right there.

“Raegan!" Mitchel reached out to stop her. He never expected she would actually call the police on him.

With his face drained of color and his voice laced with sorrow, he relented.

"Fine. But there's something I want to say to you first.

After that, you can do as you please."