Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 208

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Raegan's delicate face pressed against Mitchel's neck, a reaction born of pure surprise.

A cleaner was standing in front of the elevator entrance. Since he assumed that no one would use the elevator at that time of night, he got lazy and opted to use the VIP elevator. He didn't expect to run into Mitchel and Raegan.

Surprised, the cleaner immediately started apologizing when she saw Mitchel and Raegan.

Mitchel's eyes darkened but he remained silent, efficiently closing the elevator doors.

The cleaner clutched her heart, unable to get rid of the image of the disheveled Raegan in Mitchel's arms. Raegan's neck burned with heat.

The cleaner was relieved to not receive any reprimands.

Meanwhile, Raegan's face was flushed, shock helping to clear her of the lingering effects of the alcohol.

The impulsive acts were sinking in and Raegan couldn't help but imagine what they must look like, both exciting and embarrassing.

After Mitchel took her to the living room, Raegan, hoping to avoid facing the situation, decided to pretend to be asleep.

However, Mitchel had other plans. He shook her gently and whispered, “Wake up. "It's time to take a shower."

With her eyes closed, Raegan pretended to sleep, hoping to avoid discomfort.

Mitchel stopped suddenly and the room fell silent.

Just as Raegan was beginning to secretly rejoice, Mitchel surprised her by lifting her off the couch and placing her under the hot water, tenderly helping her wash away the events of the night.

Raegan couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore because she wouldn't stop shaking.

He gently opened his blurry eyes and recoiled internally from the intimate position. She whispered, her voice muffled by the steam: "I can alone..."

Under the warm yellow light, Mitchel stared at her.

She said in a low, hoarse voice, “I know you're tired. "I can help you bathe."

Raegan's cheeks turned even more crimson and her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. She responded on the verge of tears: "No, I'm not tired."

The only thing I wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible. He didn't want to tell her that his back hurt after their intimacy.

Mitchel stared at her and asked hoarsely, "Are you really not tired?"

Raegan shook his head angrily.

"I'm not tired."

Her soaked hair stuck to her shoulders and a delicate blush continued to adorn her beautiful face, a persistent testimony of the sexual relationship she had just experienced. There was an implicit invitation in the air, irresistibly seductive.

"I was worried you'd get tired, so..." Mitchel began, leaning over and taking her hand in a dominant gesture.

He left the sentence unfinished, but the water in the bathtub splashed, creating an atmosphere of love and tenderness.

When the water began to cool, Mitchel reached out and turned on the hot water.

They spent the night together, every corner of the hospital room was a witness to the intensity and rediscovery of their love.

Finally, Mitchel took Raegan to the bathroom to clean up, and she was too tired to refuse.

The next morning, Raegan woke up late in the afternoon.

Her body ached deeply, as if it had been subjected to a complete disassembly and reassembly, an exhaustion that surpassed the toll of staying awake for several consecutive nights.

As he tried to get up, his muscles protested, a stern reminder not to overexert himself.

Although she was alone in the bed, Raegan noticed the telltale indentation next to her and the faint sound of water in the bathroom, proof that someone had stayed with her all night.

Despite the urge to cry in pain, he did nothing. However, a single thought dominated his mind. The alcohol had clouded his mind!

He could not help but exclaim internally: “Ah! "I should stop drinking!"

His mind felt like a chaotic jumble, jumbled beyond recognition.

Raegan didn't know what to do.

He tried to assess the situation. He raised his sore arms and saw hickeys.

He lifted the quilt and discovered an even more embarrassing scene.

Surprised, she realized that she and Mitchel had had a crazy night.

Raegan lay on the ground for a moment.

He felt like staying here wasn't an option.

He struggled to get up with his exhausted body, but he couldn't find his clothes anywhere. He looked around and saw a few bags in the closet by the door.

It was filled with various types of clothing, including underwear.

It was possible that they had bought it for her, because they were all her size.

Blushing, Raegan silently dressed, grabbed her bag, and put her hand on the door handle, opening it cautiously like a thief.

“Where are you going?” Mitchel's deep, magnetic voice echoed from behind.

Instantly, Raegan froze. However, his only thought was still to get out of that pavilion.

Ignoring everything else, he prepared to pull the door and run.

However, before she could make a move, Mitchel kicked the door shut, trapping her beneath him. His gaze was intense.

"Do you want to leave just like that?"

Fighting back panic, Raegan replied, “I have classes in the afternoon.”

Mitchel gently ran his fingers through her hair and said, “Give me a minute. I'll take you."

Reluctantly, Raegan made up an excuse.

"Forget it. Your status.

Before she could finish her words, Mitchel leaned towards her and said hoarsely, “Don't you think that everything that happened last night is proof enough that I'm in good condition?”

Raegan blushed deeply.

Mitchel couldn't help but gently brush her earlobe. His eyes dulled momentarily.

«I didn't expect you to be so greedy. "Wait until I fully recover."

His last words contained a hint of persuasion.

Raegan's heart sank and she couldn't bear to hear any more.

Interrupting him, she said, “You should get dressed first.”

Mitchel turned around to put on his clothes, but the next second, the door closed with a click and Raegan ran out faster than a rabbit.

When Mitchel finished dressing, he realized that Raegan had long left.

He could only smile a helpless smile.

The truth was that Raegan didn't have afternoon classes, but her mind was in disarray.

Once home, he took a shower and curled up in bed, hesitating for a while to look at his phone.

Mitchel had called and left messages.

«You fled very quickly. "It doesn't seem like you're hurting at all anymore."

Raegan blushed as she scrolled down.

«Come tonight. I miss your homemade soup.

After a moment of contemplation, he stood up.

After a brief contemplation, he decided to face the situation head on. He had to clarify that his actions the night before had been the result of too much alcohol.

She could not take full responsibility for her actions because of the alcohol.

Yes. Well, I was drunk!

He promised that it would not be repeated.

With his reasoning settled, he went to the supermarket and selected a particularly exquisite piece of beef tenderloin from the refrigerated display, along with the necessary ingredients.

When he returned home, he cleaned everything meticulously and cooked it over low heat. The tantalizing aroma of the soup filled the air after almost three hours of cooking.

With the soup ready, Raegan loaded the thermos and called a taxi to the hospital.

However, when he arrived at the hospital entrance, he met Luciana.

It seemed like Luciana was also planning to visit Mitchel, and seeing Raegan, Luciana started the conversation.

“Raegan, do you have a moment? Do you want to talk to me for a while?

Raegan felt a tightness in her chest.

The way Luciana addressed her said it all.

Quickly regaining her composure, Raegan smiled.

«Of course, Luciana».

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