Love Unbreakable

Chapter 416 He Will Never Let Her Go The world seemed to stand still at that | moment of quiet.

| Raegan lifted her eyes, only to find Mitchel's figure had disappeared. He had left, just like that.

Raegan's heart felt like it was sinking into an icy lake. She felt a wave of both pain and bitterness engulfing her. This sensation wasn't 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. Couldn't 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 Mitchel's | handsome face. He gave Raegan a look and asked, "Are you coming or not?" Raegan hadn't thought he'd 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 wouldn't have the energy to argue with him.

| Mitchel sighed. He wasn't in the mood to play the charmer today. After all, his attempts seemed in vain. Self- diminishment wasn't 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.

Mitchel's look turned icy, his stare piercing, as he stated firmly, "She's with me." | This assertion made Raegan's heart skip, her nerves tingling.

With the guards still uncertain, Mitchel grasped Raegan's hand, moved past them assertively, and pronounced, "I vouch for her." They proceeded indoors, his hand still clasping hers.

The warmth and softness of Raegan's hand in Mitchel's felt unexpectedly comforting, like holding a marshmallow.

Ascending the stairs together, Raegan's apprehension lingered, yet she didn't pull away. At that brief moment, his firm hold provided a semblance of

safety.

Upon entering a room upstairs, Raegan * immediately noticed Jarrod's stark departure from his usual robust demeanor. His complexion was pale | like death, indicating his frail state.

This was Raegan's first sight of Jarrod in such a weakened state with severe wounds.

Beside Jarrod's bed sat Nicole.

Releasing Mitchel's hand, Raegan approached Nicole, her voice tinged with worry, and said, "Nicole..." Raegan halted at Nicole's name, refraining from uttering more words unsuitable for the current situation.

Sensing the atmosphere, Jarrod arranged some refreshments for Raegan, suggesting a more casual setting for their talk

| As Nicole exited from the room, Jarrod's stare followed her departure, intense and mysterious, almost unsettlingly.

Mitchel settled into a chair, his voice | laced with concern. "How are you holding up?" Jarrod appeared nonchalant. "It's not too bad. The wound just brushed against my stomach and missed any vital organs." Seeing the noticeable bite marks on Mitchel's face and recalling Mitchel's hand-in-hand entrance with Raegan, Jarrod probed, "Have things smoothed over between you two?" Mitchel's annoyance was palpable.

"Not quite." Jarrod managed a feeble grin. "Your issues with Raegan aren't as complex as mine with Nicole, It's mostly about

| misunderstandings. Grasp the opportunity. Raegan isn't too hard to win over." "Win her over?" Mitchel's brow creased, skeptical of the assertion. He hadn't made such efforts for other women, uncertain about what "not hard" entailed.

Jarrod noted, "You treated Lauren well, and Raegan was understanding, even forgiving. Doesn't that show Raegan was not hard to win over?" Mitchel was puzzled. "I treated Lauren well?" Mitchel believed that mere material provision wasn't genuinely caring. To him, money meant very little. It was with Raegan that he'd exerted real effort, persistently trying to make amends. Yet, Raegan seemed unappreciative, even diminishing his endeavors!

| Adjusting his sore arm, Jarrod commented lightly, "I get it. To you, material support isn't genuine care.

' But women often see it differently. Her frown is meaningful. It indicates jealousy, a sign you matter to her. They | seldom admit it openly." Mitchel felt somewhat reassured by these words. Maybe Raegan wasn't as detached as she seemed. Whether she felt jealousy was uncertain, but maybe there was some underlying truth in her rebuttals.

Mitchel, gazing at Jarrod's pallid features, asked, "If you're so insightful, why did things with Miss Lawrence go so awry?" "We're not the same." Jarrod sighed, his expression bitter. "The mistakes I've made are beyond repair." Mitchel and the others were unaware of the intricacies of Jarrod's corporate

| conflicts with the Lawrence family and the plots intertwined with them. Jarrod chose to keep these details to himself.

Yet, the news of Wesson's suicide shocked Jarrod's close friends. They weren't sure if Jarrod was involved. If he was, that would be an inexcusable error.

Mitchel suggested, "Jarrod, if there's no fixing it, you should step back. Allow Miss Lawrence to choose her path.

Avoid further errors." Jarrod arched an eyebrow. "If I suggested you release Raegan, would you be able to do it?" Mitchel's reply was firm. "I wouldn't." The thought of letting Raegan go, despite the agony it brought, was inconceivable to him.

Jarrod's face hardened with resolve, his voice steadfast. "Likewise for me. Even 147 0 ¢ -) 70 {

at the cost of my life, I won't let her go." Mitchel had no counterarguments left.

The concept of surrendering for the sake of love was an alien idea to Jarrod.

Mitchel suspected it was just as foreign to him.

In the cozy living room, Raegan observed Nicole's ashen face, her tone filled with concern. "Nicole, what really transpired?" Nicole calmly stated, "It was I who inflicted the wound on him." "Was it unintentional?" Raegan struggled to digest this revelation.

Nicole was known for her levelheadedness, not for actions spurred by animosity.

"It happened by mistake," Nicole

clarified. A weight lifted from Raegan's heart, albeit slightly.

As Nicole's eyes welled up, she added, "Yet, at the instant I realized what I'd done, a part of me wished it was fatal." | Raegan, visibly taken aback, grasped | Nicole's shoulders firmly. "Nicole, no matter your hate for him, such actions are not the answer." Nicole wiped away her tears, smiling.

"I won't mess up. I promise." Nicole aimed to ease Raegan's concerns. Her darker thoughts were hers alone, not to burden Raegan with.

Nicole was aware of Raegan's nature.

Had Raegan known her plans, Raegan would fret so much that she couldn't sleep or eat.

Taking a deep breath, Raegan said, "Nicole, you're intelligent. Don't be harsh on yourself because of someone

else's wrongdoings." \ "I'm aware." Nicole squeezed Raegan's - hand firmly, her face earnest. "Raegan, I can't do much at the moment. Can you help me out with something?"