Just earlier, Matteo had suggested they would be uncertain when Raegan would emerge if waiting by the roadside while waiting for Raegan in the parking lot seemed a wiser idea.
Now, he regretted his words, given the scene unfolding before them.
Catching a glimpse of Mitchelâs reaction through the rearview mirror and noticing his darkened face, Matteo tentatively asked, âMr.
Dixon, shall weâ¦â
Mitchel cut him off abruptly, âThat car is in the way.
Ram it.
â
Matteo was taken aback.
âAh?
Mitchel, withdrawing his attention from the cradling duo, repeated firmly and clearly, âRam it!â
Suddenly, loud horn sounds echoed around Raegan and Stefan.
Raegan lifted her head to see a car speeding directly toward them.
Stefan, acting on instinct, wrapped his arms around Raegan and retreated.
Yet, the car was not heading for them.
It aimed for Stefanâs black Limousine.
âBoom!â The collision was shockingly forceful.
Stefanâs limousineâs nose crumpled, while the car took the hit only had minor damage, mostly bumper damage, all part of Matteoâs precise calculation.
His hands were drenched in sweat from the tension.
Matteo had known about Mitchelâs insanity when overwhelmed by jealousy and would never let Mitchel do the hitting.
He had better control of speed and strength when hitting Stefanâs car under Mitchelâs directive.
Had it been Mitchel behind the wheel, Stefanâs black limousine might have been totally wrecked.
Raegan, already battling a headache, felt her strength drain from the shock and she slumped into Stefanâs embrace.
The door of the car which took the hit swung open.
Shiny leather shoes hit the ground.
Mitchel, with one hand in his pocket, moved toward Stefan and Raegan with deliberate steps.
His dark suit radiated a serious, deep-black aura that didnât mask his natural authority.
Stefan was visibly annoyed.
No man could maintain his cool in this situation and Stefan was no exception.
âWhatâs this about, Mr.
Dixon?â he inquired, voice low and eyes slightly squinted, maintaining politeness yet with a firm tone.
Mitchelâs eyes scrutinized Stefanâs protective embrace of Raegan, his look icy and mysterious, his lips quivering slightly.
âThis was merely an accidental collision.
â
Stefanâs pupils deepened, grasping Mitchelâs underlying threats.
Just a car collision today, what about tomorrow? A person?
Stefan and Mitchel stood in a tense silence, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation, neither yielding.
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Raegan regained some strength and blinked, only to straighten up abruptly at the sight of Mitchel, her expression stern.
âMitchel, have you lost your senses? What did you just do? Why are you here?â
She had thought it was a mere illusion at first.
After all, Mitchel, who was supposed to be in the hospital for rest, stood before her.
Mitchelâs heart seemed to pause at Raeganâs questioning.
His Lips pale and slightly apart, he said softly, âBecause I wanted to see you.
â
Raegan was at a loss for words.
She paused for a second, slowly processing his words.
In full view of everyone, he confessed his desire to see her.
She questioned what she had just heard.
Could these really be the words of the usually calm, reserved man?
Yet, the memory of Mitchelâs earlier threat angered Raegan.
âDonât think I didnât hear you threatening Stefan!â