He had left, just like that.
Raeganâs heart felt like it was sinking into an icy lake.
She felt a wave of both pain and bitterness engulfing her.
This sensation wasnât new.
It echoed past times when Mitchel had left her alone.
Why did she still hold any hope for Mitchel?
Raegan Laughed at herself, a laugh steeped in bitterness, realizing her naivety.
Couldnât she learn from those suffering experiences and grow wiser from her disappointments? It became evident that having no expectations was her shield.
Just as Raegan was about to leave, a car horn sounded at the entrance.
A luxurious black car pulled up, its window lowering to reveal Mitchelâs handsome face.
He gave Raegan a look and asked, âAre you coming or not?â
Raegan hadnât thought heâd return for her.
So, he had only left to get the car.
With mixed feelings, Raegan picked up her phone and cautiously entered his vehicle.
Their journey was shrouded in silence.
Raegan was struggling with feelings of being left alone.
Her emotions were a whirlwind.
Mitchel observed her troubled demeanor and the noticeable distance she maintained, stirring a wave of frustration within him.
He had put in effort to please her, but she just took his efforts as granted, claiming they had satisfied their own needs.
If he had only cared about meeting his desire, she wouldnât have the energy to argue with him.
Mitchel sighed.
He wasnât in the mood to play the charmer today.
After all, his attempts seemed in vain.
Self-diminishment wasnât a sustainable path.
The car was halted by a private villa, tucked away from sight.
Black-clad bodyguards kept watch, ensuring tight security.
The isolated nature of the villa made Raegan uneasy as if it were a fortress holding Nicole captive.
At the gate, the guards recognized Mitchel and allowed him through but hesitated with Raegan, proposing a security check.
Mitchelâs look turned icy, his stare piercing, as he stated firmly, âSheâs with me.
â
This assertion made Raeganâs heart skip, her nerves tingling.
With the guards still uncertain, Mitchel grasped Raeganâs hand, moved past them assertively, and pronounced, âI vouch for her.
â
They proceeded indoors, his hand still clasping hers.
The warmth and softness of Raeganâs hand in Mitchelâs felt unexpectedly comforting, like holding a marshmallow.
Ascending the stairs together, Raeganâs apprehension lingered, yet she didnât pull away.
At that brief moment, his firm hold provided a semblance of safety.
Upon entering a room upstairs, Raegan immediately noticed Jarrodâs stark departure from his usual robust demeanor.
His complexion was pale like death, indicating his frail state.