Love Unbreakable

Raegan sensed Mitchel's irritation but couldn't pinpoint the cause. She gently asked, "What's making you upset?" Mitchel let out a laugh, a mix of amusement and frustration. She hadn't grasped the reason for his mood! He said, "You keep pulling away from me!" Raegan grasped the situation a bit. "Is it because returned the five million to you?" "Yes. We were a couple, and | don't think you should return those five million to me. | willingly helped your uncle by giving him the money." Hearing this, Raegan was at a loss for words.

Mitchel took a moment to gaze at Raegan, his feelings laid bare in his look.

"I thought | could at least endure not seeing you until tomorrow. Yet, even before the sunset, the longing is unbearable. I've hit my breaking point by making it to the end of the meeting. I'm far weaker than | ever admitted to myself." Mitchel's soft laughter betrayed a hint of self-

deprecation.

Raegan felt her heart flutter at his admission. She was ata loss for words, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

Confronted with Mitchel's mix of tenderness and assertiveness, Raegan found herself unsure of how to respond. After a brief pause, she finally said, "Thank you for everything tonight." Mitchel's intervention had led to his injury, making her gratitude feel like the least she could offer.

Mitchel's sharp gaze softened as he looked down at her.

"And how will you repay me?" "What?" Mitchel fixed her with a look full of emotion and said, "You just thanked me." Feeling her heart race under his intense scrutiny, Raegan faltered. "What are you suggesting?" Mitchel gazed at her, his eyes burning with intensity.

Catching the meaning of his look, a deep blush spread across Raegan's cheeks. She mentally braced herself to reject any unreasonable requests he might have in mind.

Yet, Mitchel's next words took her by surprise, a mischievous grin on his face. "Prepare a meal for me." "What?" "I would like to have a taste of your dishes." His request was unexpectedly modest. Raegan struggled to wrap her mind around this. She had anticipated he would seize the chance to ask for something far more audacious.

"Is that ail?" Raegan couldn't help but question him for confirmation.

Of course, Mitchel had something else in mind. He simply avoided pushing her too hard, fearing it might feel like coercion. He met her questioning gaze and gently challenged her. "Would that be insufficient?" "Excuse me?" Raegan was stunned by his question, her reaction a bit slow.

"Then, add something more." Mitchel grinned, leaned in, and kissed her, picking up where they had left off.

Raegan found herself enveloped in his intense kiss.

Soon, their tongues met, boldly intertwining in a dance of unexpected intimacy! Caught off guard, Raegan couldn't suppress her moans.

The embarrassment overwhelmed her! She was shocked by how a single kiss could affect her so profoundly! And with Matteo driving up front, could he hear them? The thrill of the moment felt almost forbidden...

Raegan's involuntary sounds seemed to spur Mitchel on.

He cradled her head, pressing her into the leather seat, while his leg cleverly pinned hers, asserting his dominance. It was an unmistakable display of control, him above, her below, in a vulnerable embrace.

Mitchel resumed kissing her lips, gently at first, then delving deeper, exploring fervently.

The Kiss, intense and fiery, lingered on.

When they finally separated, Raegan's lips felt utterly numb from the intensity! Mitchel gazed at her, a knowing smile on his face, and said, "Seems like my kisses have tamed your stubborn nature.” Raegan's embarrassment flared, intensified beyond measure. This man! Mitchel seemed amused by her flushed state. With a hint of mischief, he asked, "A meal and a kiss. Do you think that is enough?" Raegan thought she might burst with emotion! She struggled to articulate her frustration. He twisted the situation as if she were asking for more.

"Enough!" Raegan aimed to speak with force, yet her mouth felt numb. As she tried to express herself, her words emerged shaky, resembling more like a playful protest.

Mitchel observed her flushed face, drawing nearer with his charismatic presence, his intent unclear. "You seem to

disapprove of my suggestion?" Pinned against the seat, Raegan found no escape. She felt trapped as he closed in, inch by inch. She knew if she argued with him further, he would simply kiss her until her knees grew weak once more.

Raegan's stubborn resolve crumbled, and as she spoke, her voice quivered as if she were on the verge of tears.

"Nothing of that sort. | am fine with your suggestion..." "Even so, | feel | shouldn't kiss you anymore since | fear..." Mitchel's tone was rough, breaking off to gently bite her soft earlobe. "| fear | won't stop at just a kiss." Raegan's face turned even more crimson.

The car finally arrived at West Lake Villa.

The cool breeze did little to ease Raegan's flushed cheeks.

Despite Mitchel's words of not kissing her, he continued to kiss her tenderly for a while longer. He even experienced an erection. She felt too shy to even glance his way.

Yet, Mitchel seemed in high spirits, entirely at ease from head to toe. He stepped out of the car and led Raegan into

the house. oo At the entrance, Mitchel softly whispered, "Raegan, do not push me away anymore, alright?" Raegan was stunned. "I..." Mitchel patiently suggested, "Take your time. I'd like to hear your thoughts later." It seemed he harbored some hesitance about pressing for an immediate response.

Throughout the night, Raegan found sleep elusive, her mind replaying the day's interactions.

Her thoughts were in chaos. Had they reconciled? To label their encounters as reconciliatory felt incomplete. Yet, the denial of such, paired with their closeness, indicated a level of intimacy that went beyond mere acquaintance.

Raegan's thoughts were interrupted by her vibrating phone. She picked it up and noticed a message from Mitchel. "I'l be heading out for a brief trip to Berton and return by noon the day after tomorrow. Stay safe and let me know if you plan to go out."

Knowing precisely what he was up to filled Raegan with a sense of security. Her cheeks turned warm again.

Then, she slightly frowned. She hadn't requested updates on his whereabouts. His plans weren't her concern! Lost in her thoughts, Raegan tossed her phone aside and hid her face in her pillow. Dwelling on these things seemed to yield nothing. A sleep was in order.

Aurora.

In a well-lit, spacious living room.

Aman of distinguished appearance sat leisurely on a couch, idly swirling a glass of red wine, and asked in a relaxed manner, "Is everything resolved?" His assistant replied, "Yes, sir." "And the blood test results?" the man, known as Davey Glyn, asked.

With due respect, the assistant presented a sealed

document, saying, "Here you are, sir." Davey set aside his wine, carefully opened the document, and perused its details. The blood test suggested Raegan was precisely Casey's daughter.

A cold smile appeared as Davey stood and disposed of the document in the shredder.

Following that, he unlocked a securely fastened iron door and entered a basement beneath the ground.

Despite being called a basement, the space was lavishly.

furnished, radiating luxury and grandeur.

Davey moved toward a bed where a woman, likely in her mid-thirties to early forties, was sleeping soundly. Her features were impeccably balanced, her eyelashes long and captivating, embodying the essence of serene beauty.

She was such a beauty.

Davey gently tilted his head, tenderly kissed the woman on her forehead, and said softly, "Casey, your daughter is really blessed. Do you think | should end her life?"