Then, Mitchel's extremely cold and sharp eyes turned to Neal. His beautiful, thin Lips moved, and the words that came out of his mouth were gloomier than his expression.

"You will go to hell!"

Neal's face turned deathly pale at once.

He was still in a daze when Mitchel grabbed the back of his neck and threw him away.

Then, he squatted in front of Raegan and stretched his arm to her.

But he suddenly remembered that she didn't like his touch, so he withdrew his hand silently.

"Are you hurt?" Mitchel asked softly. He frowned, and his voice slightly trembled.

Raegan looked at his face and saw his nervous and concerned expression.

For a long time, she had been masked by a pretense that she was tough. But at this moment, there were no signs of toughness in her.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She felt so aggrieved that she threw herself into Mitchel's arms.

What she did made Mitchel's heart skip a beat.

He reached out without hesitation and held her tightly in his arms.

“Why are you here until now?" Raegan asked between sobs.

She was so shocked that she forgot the unbridgeable gap between them.

There was only one thing that mattered to her at this moment.

Mitchel came. He saved her. Finally, he came for her.

But for Mitchel, her question was like a sharp knife that pierced his heart, reminding him of that moment when she was kidnapped before.

Actually, he didn't get even a wink of sleep. He knew very well that it was not safe for a woman to camp in the mountains.

Although he was still mad at Raegan, he couldn't help worrying about her, especially her safety.

Therefore, he stayed next to Raegan's tent to guard her. But later, he felt really sleepy, so he went away to smoke.