Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 107

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Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel scoffed, "It doesn't matter." You don't need to decide. Others have used it. "I think it's dirty."

It took him a moment to understand his intention.

Mitchel was standing before her, his long pants-clad legs spread out to either side. He leaned in slightly, gently lifted her chin, and coaxed her to open her mouth.

A quick glance and Raegan got it, her face turning ashen.

Unable to shake it off, he closed his eyes firmly, his voice shaking.

"You! You're crazy... Get away from me!

He adjusted his position, finding the right angle. With his soft fingertips, he cupped her delicate chin and brought her closer.

"The decision is not in your hands."

Raegan's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushed red, and she glared at him.

“If you dare to be reckless, I will bite your cock hard!”

They were so close to each other, the tension between them was palpable.

Mitchel giggled playfully.

"If you don't want your baby, go ahead."

A single sentence from him had the power to control her.

For the sake of the baby in her womb, Raegan wouldn't take any chances. Panting.

“Will you do this to Lauren?”

Mitchel's handsome face was marred by a cruel and ruthless expression.

«I only have you around because we have good sex. You should be aware of that."

When a man became irritated, he used to act rashly, uttering foolish words.

Mitchel collided with her with a frigid attitude and snapped: "Don't even think about comparing yourself to others. "You are not worthy."

Raegan let out a scream and her face turned a deep shade of red.

“Hmm… ahem…”

Noticing her distressed expression, Mitchel scoffed.

«Is this the first time they have treated you like this? Good. You've already fooled me enough. I will claim your first time despite everything.

In that instant, Raegan's thoughts evaporated. He felt powerless to think or resist.

Mitchel was in a similar state, consumed by a rush of adrenaline that coursed through his body and made him feel close to death.

His fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of his cheeks, but he felt like he was already a shell of himself.

Tears streamed down Raegan's face.

All the precious memories they once shared were shattered with his words: “You are not worthy.”

For him, she was nothing more than a means to satisfy his sexual desires.

A sudden, searing pain washed over her, and she felt as if it had taken over every inch of her body.

Raegan's face flushed red and her eyes closed.

Unable to make sounds due to mouth obstruction, he felt weak.

Soon, his vision clouded, enveloping his world in a radiant white haze.

The only figure that remained clear was the man in front of him, impeccably dressed in a white shirt and smiling while doing something crazy to him.

Finally, sensing that something was wrong, Mitchel stepped back, pinched her cheek, and coldly inquired, "What's wrong?"

Unable to speak, Raegan felt nauseous and exhausted. The pain was so intense that he thought he would faint.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed instantly. He grabbed a towel, dried her, helped her dress, and quickly carried her downstairs.

In the car, Mitchel ordered, “Drive to New North Hospital.”

Curled into a ball, beads of sweat dotted Raegan's forehead, her face contorted in agony.

With his palm resting on her back and her face pressed against his chest, Mitchel leaned in and asked, "What's wrong?"

Raegan could only squeeze her eyes shut, visibly distressed.

Looking at her, Mitchel ordered, “Hurry up.”

The car stopped in the underground parking lot. Mitchel took Raegan straight to the gynecology office, where a doctor was waiting.

While waiting, Luis approached.

Noticing Mitchel's expression, he asked, "Have you taken your medication?"

Mitchell nodded.

"Where are they?"

«You treat it like food, huh? Do you take them that much?

Mitchel frowned and didn't respond.

Clearly displeased, Luis took out a small vial containing a meager amount of medicine.

«You will have this amount for a week. Don't ask for more until then.

Accepting it, Mitchel swallowed some pills with a drink of mineral water that Matteo handed him.

Luis shook his head, watching Mitchel's gaze across the room.

«When you have an episode, stay away from Raegan. Do you think he can handle you? You should seriously consider continued treatment. You don't want to lose control and regret it later, right?

Luis chose his words carefully, suggesting that bipolar disorder could have various effects, and that accidents could occur despite his self-control.

Usually, when something happened to things or people he valued deeply, he would completely lose control.

Mitchel pursed his lips, replying simply, “Understood.”

Luis continued: «I saw on the Internet that you were celebrating Lauren's birthday.

What is it about?

Mitchel looked up and replied flatly, “Nonsense.”

Aren't you worried about Raegan getting hurt?

Wound? Mitchel's attitude was icy. That woman wouldn't get hurt.

It was she who had broken his heart, and that was the real tragedy.

The diagnosis soon came.

Raegan was at potential risk of miscarriage. Hospitalization was necessary to protect the fetus.

Stunned, Luis blurted out: "Is Raegan pregnant? Why haven't you informed us?

Mitchel turned around and walked into Raegan's living room, his face contorted.

Raegan was connected to a line that had relieved her pain. She was calmer now and had fallen asleep.

Without saying a word, Mitchel sat on the adjacent cot to rest.

The night passed in silence.

At dawn, Raegan opened her eyes and found Mitchel asleep next to her.

He was lying down, dressed in a suit, with his pants showing off his long, shapely legs.

Remembering the events of the previous night, a wave of pallor washed over Raegan's face.

He tried to get up, grabbing the bed rail for support, but misjudged his own resistance. His legs wobbled, ready to give way.

At that moment, strong hands slid under her arms and lifted her up.

Once steady, Raegan stepped back and grabbed the foot of the bed. The rejection of his actions was palpable.

Mitchel's gaze turned grim.

"Do you think you can go to the bathroom alone?"

Avoiding eye contact, Raegan replied, "You have nothing to worry about."

His harsh voice made his words even sharper.

With her arms crossed, Mitchel watched her cautiously make her way to the bathroom, leaning on the bed rail.

Inside, he closed the door, let the water run, refreshed himself, and came out again.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mitchel there. Frightened, she backed away, but he pulled her close.

“Take your hands off me!”

Raegan's voice sharpened, causing a sharp pain in her throat.

The strain in his voice made her despise him even more.

She lashed out, hitting him. Undeterred, he carried her back to the bed, pinning her arms, and admonished her, "Calm down."

A bitter laugh escaped Raegan's lips. Who had brought her to that point?

«Save your feigned concern. "It's nauseating."

Frowning, Mitchel murmured, "Don't be so ungrateful."

Grimacing with a sore throat, Raegan replied, “Yes, I'm ungrateful. If you can't stand me, leave."

The room became tense.

The door burst open. It was Matteo, who brought breakfast.

The tension in the room almost froze him. Matteo quickly put down the tray, muttering, "Please, eat something."

Matteo hurried out.

Mitchel, however, stayed. He unpacked breakfast, setting up a small table before saying, “Eat some.”

Raegan remained impassive, as if she hadn't heard him. She turned her face away and didn't look at him.

Spoon in hand, Mitchel scooped up some oatmeal and raised it to his lips. He ordered him: "Eat it."

But Raegan kept her mouth shut, even closed her eyes.

Mitchel scoffed.

"Is there another way you would like to be fed?"

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