Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 361

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Mitchel had spent a lot of time and effort softening her dislike of him. The last thing he wanted was for those efforts to become useless.

However, there was an additional reason behind raising the partition.

He couldn't bear the thought of any other man seeing her in that state, much less hearing her moan.

Pinned down and motionless, Raegan could only cry. The crux of the matter was the unbearable burning sensation that coursed through his body. Discomfort washed over her, making her state agonizingly evident.

Trying to comfort her as one would console a distraught child, Mitchel asked her, "Are you uncomfortable?" Don't worry, everything will be fine. "Everything is going to be fine."

Raegan's mind was so messed up she couldn't speak. His skeptical expression reflected his disbelief. A lie, he thought.

The heat that ran through his body had intensified, similar to an eternal flame burning inside him. Her throat screamed for moisture, thirsty and hungry.

There seemed to be no respite. The situation was only getting worse. She made an unconscious moan, consumed by the simple desire to satisfy her hunger. How could the task of satisfying his desire be so arduous? Frustration and pain mixed inside him.

Seeing this, Mitchel couldn't help but be amused. When she pouted, he suddenly thought of Janey. The resemblance between them was astonishing.

Thinking of Janey, Mitchel's eyes took on a deep intensity. He thought he couldn't stand Raegan and another man's son. However, harboring resentment towards Janey was beyond him.

Just thinking about Janey softened his heart. He even harbored fantasies of becoming a worthy stepfather.

However, he couldn't help but think about the baby Raegan was carrying before the car incident. If that boy were around, he would be older than Janey or maybe just as handsome. However, he knew that all of this was still a fanciful hope.

The car slid into the underground parking lot.

Mitchel put a hand on Raegan's buttocks and let her lean on his arms, trying to scare her. «Don't move. "We wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention."

Raegan wasn't entirely sure what a spectacle they were putting on. All he wanted was to feel the warmth of her body against his.

Raegan's entire figure was covered by her long suit.

Due to their proximity, her red lips brushed against his cold neck, and she found comfort in the simple act of caressing his skin.

The familiar and pleasant aroma assaulted his nose. He twisted until he reached the room.

Discovering the source of pleasure, Raegan deftly undid his buttons and sank her teeth into his skin to quench his inner thirst. This temptation was not something a normal person could resist.

"Mr. Stevens will arrive in about twenty minutes," Matteo reported, following closely behind.

“Okay…” Mitchel's response lacked his usual calm. It sounded more like a moan. He exuded an undeniable charm.

Matteo saw Raegan moving under Mitchel's suit. As he watched the scene, a whirlwind of thoughts assaulted his mind.

A beep sounded and the elevator doors opened elegantly.

Upon entering, Mitchel indicated: "Wait for him here."

"Understood, sir," Matteo replied.

"The elevator is going up." The voice announcement echoed inside the elevator.

A security camera was located in the elevator, causing Mitchel to continue covering Raegan with her clothes.

Beneath the tailored suit, Raegan's hair was disheveled and her face was pinkish. Her lithe legs were firmly entwined around his sturdy waist.

Struggling to maintain his composure, Mitchel wore a cold expression as he dealt with the precarious situation.

Hidden under the suit, the buttons on his shirt had already torn off.

It was the first time Mitchel had experienced such an agonizing minute in an elevator.

Grasping Raegan's slender waist, he murmured hoarsely, "Now I will quench your thirst. "Don't be angry with me when you're drunk."

Seemingly savoring the moment, Raegan gave in and took the lead.

Finally they reached the room and, without hesitation, Mitchel went straight to the bathtub. Carefully, he put it inside and cautiously turned on the cold water.

Worried that the cold water was too much, he joined her in the tub and held her as they soaked together.

However, it became evident that Raegan was in a playful mood, unable to resist the urge to joke. Instead of looking for something to hold on to, he simply grabbed Mitchel's finger and let out a playful moan.

It was evident that he was only looking for an outlet for his repressed desires. He only used it as a tool to calm himself down.

Upon realizing this, Mitchel became dissatisfied. He removed his fingers, gently caressed her face and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Raegan opened her blurry eyes and responded dazedly, “Mitchel…”

The familiarity of his smell and touch prompted her to instinctively say his name. It was as if her body retained an imprint, maintaining loyalty to him even in moments of unconsciousness.

Hearing his words, Mitchel's heart filled with sweetness and warmth.

He felt that, at that very moment, Raegan was not the woman fighting amnesia, but the one who had once trusted him completely during her best moments.

“Good girl, Raegan,” he murmured. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Just as the tender moment enveloped them, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Mitchel knew it was Luis. For a fleeting moment, a selfish thought crossed his mind. He wished Luis had not come.

Ultimately, he resisted the urge, refraining from any intimate relationship with her.

Mitchel found himself unable to control Raegan. Therefore, he reluctantly opened the door, with her curled up in his arms.

As soon as the door was ajar, Luis found Mitchel cradling a tightly wrapped woman.

Astonished, Luis exclaimed: "Why did you bother to call me? You can take care of this situation yourself.

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