Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 151

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Mitchel's face bore the mark of a slap. At that moment, as if an explosion had occurred in his mind, a wave of fuel gushed inside him.

"Raegan, what the hell?" he exclaimed in total disbelief.

Raegan dared to slap him again. Maybe he had been too lenient with her.

To his surprise, Raegan raised her hand again, ready to slap him again.

But this time, as he swung it, Mitchel intercepted it. Her hand landed on the back of his, making a loud, crunching sound. It was obvious that he had used all his strength in that blow.

«Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?

Mitchel grabbed Raegan's wrist, intending to show her the consequences of her actions. As he spoke, his veins throbbed and stood on end on his forehead.

However, as he was about to make a move, he felt her wrist tremble in his grip.

How could it be…?

Puzzled, he looked up at him and asked, "Your hand..."

He couldn't finish the sentence. The sight of tears on Raegan's face erased his thoughts, leaving his questions unanswered.

Raegan slowly removed her hand. He clenched both hands tightly and pinched his palms to calm the trembling. His eyes, burning with hatred, met Mitchel's.

«Mitchel, I have never done anything wrong in our marriage. Do not stain me with your vile thoughts.

Raegan had hoped that even though their relationship was over, they could avoid hostility. Even if they met, they could at least maintain their dignity.

But now she realized that she would never find peace with a man like that.

At that moment, Raegan pinched his palm and continued: -I've always known that I'm not the person you love. You don't need to remind me. I have never believed that you couldn't live without me. "I am very aware of who I am."

The self-deprecation in his tone left Mitchel speechless. He wanted to object and assure her that that was not what he meant.

But Raegan didn't give him the chance.

"Mr. Dixon, I hope you don't forget what you said. From now on, we are nothing to each other. If we meet again, please pretend you don't know me. "I don't want to see you again."

With those last words, he turned around and walked away slowly. It didn't take long for him to disappear from sight.

Caught off guard, Mitchel struggled to breathe. It was as if a sharp awl had pierced his chest, piercing his heart.

When Raegan got into her car, Mitchel stepped forward to catch up with her. But his legs were shaking and could barely hold him up.

"Mr. Dixon…” Matteo called with a hesitant voice. Luckily, he was there to catch Mitchel in time.

As the wind whipped around him, Mitchel whispered, “I just… I just want him to come back…”

But hearing Raegan defend another man had provoked him. Angry, he unconsciously raised his voice and spoke harshly.

He had hurt her again.

All he wanted was for her to come back and give him another chance.

Matteo thought that if Mitchel went to see Raegan now, it would only deepen their misunderstanding. With this in mind, he suggested: “Mr. Dixon, let's go back.

Meanwhile, Raegan sat quietly in her car. The window was open just enough to let in the wind. It ruffled his hair and made him cry.

The pain of the past still haunted her and was impossible to forget.

Over the past two years, Raegan had shared countless precious moments with Mitchel. Those memories were very precious and were etched in his mind.

How did things sour after you split?

What Mitchel had just said was like a splash of cold water. It broke his heart but, at the same time, dispelled any lingering hope.

Raegan vowed to protect herself from pain and vowed to never let another man into her heart. Anymore.

Arriving in Ardlens, Raegan accompanied Henley to hospital for a check-up. It was almost midnight when they left.

“Are you hungry?”

"Do you want to eat?"

They both asked each other simultaneously and then chuckled at the coincidence.

“Let me treat you tonight,” Raegan quickly added. Many times he had not kept his promise. But tonight she was determined to invite Henley to dinner, even if he objected.

Henley smiled and nodded.

"OK".

With that, they headed to a restaurant known for their porridge casserole.

After saying their orders, Raegan and Henley sat across from each other.

While they waited for their dishes to be served, an awkward silence filled the atmosphere. It was Henley who broke it.

"I've been a little rude this afternoon," he began.

Surprised, Raegan looked at Henley as if wondering if he was telling the truth.

"I figured you didn't want to talk to Mr. Dixon, so I intervened.

Tell me if you want to clear things up with him, I will,” Henley continued. It seemed like he really wanted to help her with those words at that moment.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know how to bring it up, so she was glad he brought it up himself. The thing was, she wasn't ready to start a new relationship, not even with someone as close as Henley. Accepting him as an admirer seemed too soon.

Raegan smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

"You don't need to explain anything," he assured her.

“Thank you for your help, Henley.”

She decided to let Mitchel misunderstand her. Given his pride and arrogance, he probably despised her now and didn't want to see her again. This thought gave him a feeling of relief. I didn't want to see him again. Their interactions only led to mutual pain.

As Henley watched his expression, he realized that he had made the right decision. Confessing his feelings now would be reckless. Raegan would probably reject him, maybe even distance herself from him.

Realizing this, he offered her a reassuring smile and said, “I'm glad you didn't misunderstand me. And remember, if you need anything in the future, tell me.

The atmosphere lightened considerably. After a long day, they were both feeling hungry.

The food was delicious and comforting. Raegan found herself eating more and enjoying the evening.

After dinner, Henley drove Raegan home.

When they reached his building, Raegan said goodbye to him and Henley responded with a warm smile.

But just as Raegan was about to get out of the car, Henley broke out in a cold sweat, clutched his stomach, and was apparently in pain.

Raegan turned to him, concern etched on her face.

«I think the food didn't sit well with my stomach. Can I go to the bathroom?" Henley asked, looking quite embarrassed.

Raegan was surprised, but did not deny his request, given her obvious discomfort. He nodded.

Once inside the house, she showed him the bathroom, and he hurried out without delay.

When Henley returned, his face was still pale.

Raegan suggested he rest on the couch for a moment. He gave her a glass of hot water and asked, "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Henley shook his head.

«It's just a stomachache. It's nothing new for me. I don't want to bother you, especially since it's late. "I'll go back to my car and stay there for a while."

As soon as he said these words, he stood up but staggered.

Raegan came over to support Henley. He felt a pang of guilt as he saw her pale face and obvious discomfort.

It was his idea to go out to dinner together. Therefore, he felt responsible for his well-being, especially since he was sick.

After a brief hesitation, he suggested, "Why don't you rest on the couch for a while?" If you still feel bad, I'll call an ambulance. Anyway, I'm not sleepy yet.

Moved, Henley looked at her and asked, "Is that okay with you?"

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