Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 166

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Raegan whispered softly, "It's no big deal."

In the past, she had also struggled with dysmenorrhea, but always took precautions in advance. However, she had never told Mitchel, so he still didn't know.

Furthermore, every time she had her period, she sought comfort in Mitchel's embrace, finding solace in his warmth.

This time, she was completely caught off guard and unprepared. Plus, I hadn't slept well since the abortion, so the pain was especially intense.

Looking down, he saw a reddish stain on Mitchel's sleeve. His cheeks flushed instantly and, pointing at her, he said: “Your sleeve is stained. Let me wash it for you.

Mitchel looked down and saw the stain.

However, he didn't seem fazed. To his surprise, he simply nodded his head and replied nonchalantly: “It's okay. "I'm going to take a shower."

As she watched him head towards the bathroom, Raegan lowered her long eyelashes, her mind whirling with confusion.

He knew about Mitchel's obsession with cleanliness. Any stain on his clothes put him in a bad mood.

But now he seemed unconcerned.

As she thought about this, Raegan began to feel sleepy, and the effects of the medication soon took effect, sending her to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Raegan turned around and felt something in the bed.

Startled, she opened her eyes and discovered that there was someone else in her bed.

Raegan turned on the bedside light and froze when she realized it was Mitchel sleeping next to her.

He seemed to have been awakened from his slumber by her movements, and his dark eyes showed a hint of annoyance.

“You…” Raegan wrapped herself in the duvet, her cheeks as red as an apple. After hesitating for a while, he blurted out, “You monster!”

"What did you say?" Mitchel asked lazily, seemingly half awake.

Raegan's face lit up as she pointed at him and asked, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Mitchel looked at himself and responded naturally: “My clothes got blood stained. "I can't wear it anymore."

After saying that, he took off the quilt and put it aside, revealing his tempting six-pack.

"It's too hot in here," Mitchel muttered.

«What nonsense are you talking? We are in December. Have you gone crazy? Raegan replied.

Mitchel had an incredible physique, with impeccably proportioned legs, abdomen and waist, like a supermodel. Even without clothes, he was bursting with hormones, and now he was only wearing underwear.

Not even a professional model could compete with her physique.

Raegan's face turned even redder as she looked at him.

No wonder he had felt so hot while he was sleeping.

It turned out that Mitchel had been cradling her in his arms while he was almost naked.

«In any case, it is too hot here. Do you have a problem with that?

Mitchel replied grumpily as he got out of bed.

After a while, he returned with a bowl in his hand and handed it to her saying, "Drink this."

Raegan's eyes widened at the scent of ginger soup.

"Did you make it?"

Mitchel responded, somewhat reluctantly, "Yes."

After showering, he noticed that Raegan's hands and feet were cold, so he contacted Matteo and asked him to bring some ingredients. He then cooked the soup according to the recipe he had found on the Internet.

It was something Mitchel had never done before, and he ended up burning his hand!

Every time he remembered how Raegan had irritated him, he became angry with himself.

“Come on, drink it before it gets cold,” Mitchel urged impatiently.

Cheeks flushed, Raegan picked up the bowl and slurped the soup.

She was overwhelmed by the fact that Mitchel, who had never cooked for anyone in her life, had prepared that ginger soup for her.

Besides, it was already late. The handsome man with a perfect figure served her the soup personally, making Raegan feel like she was on cloud nine.

Once she finished, Mitchel picked up the bowl, and only then did Raegan notice the burn on the back of her hand.

Mitchel's skin was even softer than a woman's. It was delicate and tender.

Worried, Raegan asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"It's no big deal".

Mitchel didn't want to admit that he had mishandled the pot and had burned himself. It would be too embarrassing.

As he walked toward the door with the saucepan in his hand, he suddenly turned around, leaned against the frame, smiled at Raegan, and asked, "Do you care about me?"

Raegan put on a fake smile and replied, "You'd like that!"

Hearing his response, Mitchel gave a soft chuckle and left the room.

Raegan was beyond irritated, she felt like she could bite her tongue. Why did she let this bother her? It wasn't the right time to bring up the topic.

To pity a man was to ask for trouble, and to sympathize with one would only lead to misery. That old saying about men echoed in her mind.

I couldn't share a bed with Mitchel again.

They were no longer in love. How could they share a bed like that?

When Mitchel returned, Raegan had calmed down. He said indifferently: “Mr. Dixon, thank you for your help tonight. It's late.

"I should come back."

Mitchel looked at her and said sarcastically, "I know it's late."

"At this hour, it's not appropriate for us to share a room, don't you think?"

Raegan meant that she didn't want Mitchel's new girlfriend to get the wrong idea, but she didn't want him to think she was jealous.

So he tried to persuade him tactfully.

But his words seemed to bother Mitchel.

In a cold tone, he said, “Are you worried that Henley will find out and get angry? After all, he spent three million to win you over.

"He would be angry if we shared a bed."

Mitchel's words stung and Raegan clenched her fists.

He didn't want to argue, so he said with a cold expression: "It doesn't matter. It's time for you to go.

Instead of leaving, Mitchel pulled up the quilt and wrapped Raegan in his arms.

His body radiated heat, pressing against her like a lit stove.

Raegan tried to break free, but Mitchel grabbed her hands from behind and warned her, “Behave. Don't try to seduce me.

Raegan was speechless upon hearing that.

With her stomach aching, she didn't want to argue with him.

Gradually, he realized that Mitchel was surprisingly warm. His large hand gently rubbed her lower abdomen. It was as if a warm current flowed inside her, giving her a soft and comforting sensation.

In the silent night, Mitchel gazed at Raegan's graceful neck. His Adam's apple bobbed, determination shining in his charming eyes.

He said nonchalantly, “Raegan, you two won't be together.”

No one could take from him what he had claimed unless he voluntarily let it go.

And he turned off the light.

Still awake, Raegan said nothing. However, the tension took hold of her until sleep overcame her little by little.

The next morning, Raegan's phone abruptly interrupted her sleep.

It was normal for most people to wake up a little grumpy, so she let it ring for a while.

Suddenly, a man's voice rang through his phone.

Did you sleep well last night, Raegan?

His eyes snapped open, meeting Mitchel's intense gaze.

He was holding her head in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Raegan, are you there?” Henley's voice sounded again from the other end of the phone.

Raegan's heart skipped a beat. After a moment, he responded, “Yes?

As he spoke, he picked up the phone. Mitchel, surprisingly, handed it to her without mocking her.

Meanwhile, Raegan signaled him to shut up fiercely.

Seeing that, Mitchel narrowed his eyes, with an evil expression on his face.

Ignoring him, Raegan focused on the call.

"What's wrong, Henley?"

«I want to take you to breakfast. Are you free now?

Henley asked.

Before Raegan could respond, her body suddenly stiffened.

Mitchel turned her around and pinned her down. Coldly, he grabbed her chin and kissed her along the marks he had left. At the same time, he playfully pinched her buttocks and rubbed them with great desire.

Raegan couldn't help but breathe heavily.

He gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice, “Where are you?”

Mitchell felt dissatisfied with her words. He reached out to unbutton her pajamas and planted kisses from her chin to her delicate collarbone. Everywhere he went, he left some hickey marks.

"Well, I'm at your door," Henley replied.

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