Well... She didn't want to be around him this much, did she?

Suddenly, with a thunderous roar, the car rushed forward like an arrow from a bow.

Raegan quickly grabbed the handle to steady herself and fumbled to fasten her seatbelt.

The sudden start of the car drained the color from her ruddy face.

She was so uncomfortable that her breathing became erratic.

“Could you please slow down?"

It appeared that Mitchel didn't hear her. His gaze remained fixed ahead, an aura of cold determination enveloping him.

However, he had slowed down a bit.

Mitchel steered the car onto a less-traveled route. Although he didn't exceed the speed limit, the forceful acceleration left Raegan queasy and lightheaded.

Raegan wanted to ask why he was in such a rush, but the nausea from motion sickness plagued her every thought. She closed her eyes and leaned back, hoping it would alleviate her discomfort.

Throughout the drive, Henley kept calling, concerned about her well- being.

Raegan finally managed to answer.

Henley asked, “Raegan, where are you?"

Raegan's voice quivered as she weakly replied, “I should be there soon."

Henley refrained from saying more and just said, “Alright, I'll wait for you by the entrance."

Suddenly, the car accelerated once again. Raegan's trembling hand caused her phone to slip under her feet, but she lacked the strength to retrieve it. Her main focus was staying alive.

Finally, she caught sight of the coffee shop and saw Henley waiting by the roadside.

Panicking, Raegan shouted, "Stop!"

But Mitchel paid her no heed.

She tried a different tactic, threatening, "If you don't stop, I'll throw up."