Not only that, his height and presence were also imposing.

Despite Raegan's outward calm, she felt an urge to flee.

But it was too late.

Mitchel had anticipated her reaction. He swiftly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Why didn't you ask me to pick you up?" he asked, his voice deep and magnetic.

Reagan could not help but think how ironic it was. She had just said she had nothing to do with Mitchel. Yet here they were, standing intimately close, closer than they ever were during their marriage.

As Mitchel held her, he looked down at Hector in the car and politely acknowledged him.

"Uncle."

Hector gave a nod in response.

“Raegan's upset with me. Since she's teaching Bryce, I hope you can be more lenient with her if she does anything improper," Mitchel said to Hector.

Raegan felt a chill run down her spine. Mitchel seemed to know too much about her.

Also, it was not she was angry with him, but rather it was they had divorced.

Hector smiled and simply replied, “Alright.”

Then, he drove off.

Mitchel straightened, and an enigmatic smile danced on his lips. But then, he turned back to Raegan, and his smile vanished in an instant.

“Let's go," he urged as he strode forward.

However, Raegan did not move, prompting him to return and take her hand.

“Do you want me to carry you?"

Raegan yanked her hand back and stared at him.

"Mitchel, what do you want?"