Their gazes intertwined, and she felt the urge to speak, yet words failed her.
Silence hung between them.
Neither dared to break it.
The whole scene felt like a dream to Raegan, yet it was vividly real.
Mitchelâs presence was undeniably tangible.
âHow did youâ¦â
Raegan tried to ask how Mitchel got here, but before she could finish, he had already seized her arm, pulling her toward the window.
The solid, undeniable feeling confirmed for Raegan that this was no dream.
Mitchel had truly come to her wedding.
ALL of a sudden, a long coat enveloped her from head to toe, and the sharp sound of breaking glass pierced the air.
âs BunnyBookery Before Raegan could react, she was lifted firmly by Mitchel.
She felt herself being hoisted over a barrier, then cradled uncomfortably in his arms, the motion jarring.
With her vision obscured, she could see nothing, only managing to clutch and shake his arm frantically.
âHey! Mitchel, what are you doing?â
As her anxiety peaked, Mitchel gently placed her down on a soft, plush cushion.
He then removed the coat that had covered her.
Opening her eyes, Raegan found herself seated in a car.
There were traces of blood on Mitchelâs arm, likely from a scratch he received while jumping out of the window.
Raegan glanced around and noticed that the window of the makeup room was quite close to the guest parking lot.
A small door at the front, previously locked, had been opened, probably by Mitchel.
Raegan asked anxiously, âMitchel, what are you trying to do?â
His reply was terse.
âTo take you away.
â
âWhat?â Raegan wondered if she had misheard, or if he was merely joking.
Such a statement seemed absurd! To kidnap the bride at the Clifford familyâs wedding feast was surely not normal behavior.
âMitchel, stop joking.
I need to go backâ¦â An oppressive aura seemed to radiate from Mitchel, almost choking Raegan.
At that moment, she didnât want to provoke him, but she also couldnât let his irrational behavior continue.
âYou can go back.
Iâll tell Stefan to let you leave.
â
Only invited guests were permitted at the wedding venue.
Following Lorenzoâs death, the two major families in Aurora had fortified their defenses, wary of provoking the formidable power from Ardlens, akin to a sovereign nation.
This strategy rested on the principle that they would not initiate conflict unless foreign forces encroached on their territory.
Indeed, the strength of Ardlens was unmatched, and they avoided conflicts unless absolutely necessary.
But any foreign trespass on their lands would not be overlooked lightly, otherwise, Aurora might be ridiculed as a place unable to defend its own borders.
Thus, Raegan was deeply concerned about Mitchel since his uninvited presence constituted trespassing.
If he were caught, it would surely cause a lot of trouble.
She glanced at the wound on his arm, still oozing blood, and felt a surge of sympathy.
Unwrapping the gauze from her own arm, she offered, âYour arm is bleeding.
Would you like me to dress the wound?â
Mitchel stayed silent, his deep gaze fixed on her.