Love Unbreakable

Self Denial Soon, Mitchel's handsome face turned normal and his voice was indifferent.

"Don't worry.

I won't make you do that." "Do what?" Raegan muttered with her hand still over her mouth.

The noisy wind drowned their voices a little.

His stare was intense as he amorously said, "I won't make you use your..." "Shush!" Raegan had heard enough.

She covered his mouth with her hand.

His soft lips felt so warm against her palm.

Raegan took her hand back as if she was scalded.

Mitchel’s eyes dimmed for a moment.

He pulled a chair over, placed the medicine box on it, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

He took out the disinfectant pad to gently wipe the wound and then picked a cool ointment to apply before wrapping it with gauze.

"Did Lauren come here this afternoon?” he asked.

Raegan scowled a little, blaming him for the unexpected visitor earlier.

Although he didn't receive an answer, he continued, "What did she say to you?” Raegan forced a smile and replied, "She asked when we would get divorced.” This didn't come as a surprise to Mitchel.

He knew Lauren wanted to be his wife so bad.

“Lauren was a spoiled kid.

She became gravely ill years back and fell into depression.

She hardly cares about people’s feelings.

I advise you to try to avoid her as much as possible.” Depression? Raegan wouldn't call Lauren depressed, and bitchy was the correct word, given Lauren's behavior.

Besides, being depressed was no excuse to treat others like trash.

Raegan ditched her smile and rolled her eyes.

"You know what she wants, Mitchel.

Once our divorce is finalized, I won't see either of you again.

So, why should I avoid her?" Mitchel’s expression became slightly unpleasant.

Raegan ignored it.

“After I get these stitches out, I'll go speak to your mother.

Rest assured I will convince her to agree to our divorce.” Thinking of the hickey on Lauren's neck, Reagan felt so disgusted as if she had eaten a fly.

The corners of Mitchel's eyes twitched.

He repeated that question, "Do you really want to divorce me so bad? Is it because of that guy?” These questions rekindled Raegan's emotions which had already calmed down.

"Mitchel, aren't you the one who wants the divorce?” “But you asked for it first!” Mitchel didn't pass on the chance to argue.

Raegan pursed her lips guiltily.

Indeed, she had brought it up, but that was because he broke her heart.

She had given her all just to make this marriage work.

But what did she get in return? Nothing but pain.

"Mitchel, I'm a human being, not a robot.

You can't expect me to watch my husband being intimate with another woman without any reaction! Besides, Henley has nothing to do with my decision to divorce.

I just went out for a walk and sustained a cut in my feet.

He was kind enough to take me to the hospital.

That's all.

Come to think of it! When you were intimate with Lauren, did it cross your mind that you were still a married man? That counts as cheating, doesn't it?” Mitchel was flabbergasted.

This was the first time she was calling him out on his behavior.

He had mixed feelings about her reprimand.

The fact that she didn't like his closeness to Lauren made him feel good.

But then again...

“Well, about that, I will be more careful." Raegan sneered.

Too late! What was the point of being more careful when he had slept with Lauren? She continued, "I'm willing to divorce, so please ask Lauren to rest assured and not come to me again.

You know me, Mitchel.

Don't drag Henley into this.

Otherwise, I'm gonna hate you!" No romantic feelings were involved between her and Henley.

He was only nice to her because they were once schoolmates.

It was disgusting for Mitchel to think she was screwing him.

More so, she didn't want her decade-long love to change into severe hatred.

Time stood still for a second.

Looking down at her, Mitchell's eyes seemed to contain a hint of a smile.

Suddenly, he laughed.

It was a mocking laugh.

"What? Are you scared that I'll deal with your new lover?” His words provoked Reagan into retorting, "Mitchel, don't think everyone is like you.” She never cheated on him.

Even if she did, why did he think that he had the right to judge her when he had already cheated on her shamelessly? What a hypocrite! "Oh, is that so? What am ] like?" His piercing eyes glistened as he gripped her arm and pulled her closer to him.

He asked mockingly, "Since I have been fucking you for two years, what kind of a man am I?" Raegan struggled fruitlessly.

"Mitchel! Can you just stop being so nasty? Why don't you go meet Lauren since you have desires?” A spark ignited in Mitchel’s eyes.

His face was so scary.

The mocking smile on his lips disappeared as he let her go.

He asked coldly, "Is that what you really want?" Raegan pursed her lips.

Wait, was that what she wanted? Could she say no? She just expressed his innermost thoughts, right? After all, Lauren was the only one who enjoyed the affection she badly wanted.

Mitchel's heart was closed off to everyone else.

Raegan wanted a faithful husband.

She no longer wanted his love! Raegan shut her eyes and said, "Yes!" This one word exhausted all her strength.

No words were said for half a minute.

When Raegan heard the door closing, she collapsed on the bed with tears flowing like a river.

It was as if the band-aid on her broken heart had just been ripped off.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

Raegan began to question herself.

Why was her heart aching because of Mitchel? He was unfaithful, right? In the hospital.

When Mitchel walked in, he saw that Lauren was lying on the bed and Jocelyn was feeding her water.

As soon as Lauren saw him, she instructed Jocelyn to make tea.

"Lauren, did you ask the driver to drive you to my house today?" Mitchel had a deadpan, giving off a cold aura.

"Yes, I did.” Looking at Mitchel's cold face, Lauren felt a bit uneasy.

She softly said, "Earlier, ] went there to give Raegan some fish soup to help her recover faster.

But it seems she wasn't happy with my visit." "Since she wasn't happy, you two should avoid each other from now on," Mitchel said indifferently.

"T swear, I have no ill intentions against Reagan.

I only went there to express my gratitude to her for taking care of you so well.

But on my way out, I noticed she didn't look well." Lauren pulled the sleeve of Mitchel’s shirt and asked with feigned worry, “Is there something wrong with her?" “No.” His tone suggested that he was done with the conversation.

"Mitchel, are you mad at me for visiting Raegan without letting you know? If you are, I promise not to go there again.

My curiosity drove me there.

I just wanted to see how severe her injuries were." As she spoke, her tears rustled down and she cried very sadly.

"Did Raegan say something to you?” When Mitchel saw Lauren crying again, his brows knitted as he said gently, "Stop crying. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I'm not mad at you." At this time, Jocelyn returned with a teacup in her hand.

She quickly handed a handkerchief to Lauren and said anxiously, “Lauren, you didn't sleep well last night because of the pain, and now you are crying so hard.

Isn't that worsening the pain? If your father know about this, he will be heartbroken." Mitchel furrowed his brows.

"You were in pain again last night? Why didn't you tell me?” "IT have experienced worse, so! just decided to endure it.

Besides, it was already late.

I didn't want to disturb you back then," Lauren explained pitifully.

She mastered the art of not going too far.

At this time, Jocelyn chimed in, "Lauren, I don't think Mr.

Dixon minds being disturbed.

You two are about to get married.

Why be so polite?” This was an obvious hint.

After saying that, the two of them looked at Mitchel eagerly.

They were waiting for his response.