Love Unbreakable

He Spat Out Blood Mitchel wore a serious expression.

Luis stood there, momentarily stunned, before finally saying, "Let's Just wait and see what you decide to do by then.” Mitchel frowned upon hearing that.

Luis couldn't resist teasing, "Whatever, the ball’s in your court.” But Mitchel remained tight-lipped, prompting Jarrod to make it clear.

"He just suggested that Raegan is in love with you." "Holy smokes!" Luis was taken aback by Mitchel’'s reaction.

"You seriously didn't know?" Mitchel was delighted at first, and then he sneered, retorting in a bitter tone, “You get it wrong.

I’m not the one in her heart!" Mitchel looked rather convinced when he blurted out.

His mind raced back to the scenes where Raegan had repeatedly confronted him on Henley's behalf.

The thought that she had been fixated on that man for the past two years weighed on him like a heavy stone, making every breath a struggle.

He felt a mix of jealousy and fury.

He wished he could question Raegan why she didn't love him and skin that bastard Henley alive.

Seeing this, Luis was momentarily rendered speechless.

He finally said, "Dude, when you fainted and were going through the operation yesterday, Raegan had been waiting for you outside the operating room.

Man, she cried for you, and her face was filled with tears.

When you finally were wheeled out of the operating room, she Kept herself by your side and refused to eat or drink.

How can you say she doesn't care about you?” Luis’s words stirred something in Mitchel, but he quickly brushed it aside.

"I swear, the person in Raegan’'s heart is definitely you,” Luis added with certainty.

With experience from numerous relationships and memorable encounters with women, Luis could tell when someone was in love.

However, Mitchel shot back coldly, “Your swear means nothing to me.” "Damn it!" Luis's frustration bubbled over when he heard Mitchel's words.

"Let's make a bet then! If tell Raegan you have an accident, she will rush to your side immediately.

Believe it or not!" Mitchel pursed his lips and remained silent in response.

To prove his point, Luis reached for his phone and dialed Raegan's number.

He looked at Mitchel and said, "Let’s wait and see. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

If I win, you will give me that luxurious yacht of yours in exchange." Luis had coveted that rare yacht for quite some time, but it was a limited edition worldwide, and he couldn't possibly afford it.

Mitchel pondered for a moment but didn't reject Luis ' proposal.

He simply replied, "Whatever.” The phone call was answered shortly after.

Luis put it on the speaker.

Suddenly, Luis’ tone changed dramatically.

With impressive acting skills, he said in a feigned panic, "Raegan, bad news! Mitchel spat out blood and passed out!" On the other end of the phone, Raegan had already finished her evening routine and settled into bed.

When she heard the news, her heart leaped with concern.

Anxiously, she asked, "What? How can that be? Where is he now? Did you call an ambulance? Please take him to the hospital.

I'll head there immediately.” Listening to Raegan’s panicked words, Luis looked at Mitchel with a victorious expression.

Mitchel's once stern expression instantly softened.

Luis continued his act.

"Mitchel had a bit too much to drink at the bar, and he started coughing up blood.

It's clear he is not in the best shape.

You should come as quickly as you can." At this moment, Raegan was already dressed and had her hand on the doorknob, ready to leave.

However, Luis's last sentence made her pause.

It struck her that Mitchel's sour mood was probably related to Lauren.

She and Mitchel had just struck an agreement not to see each other except for divorce-related matters.

In that case, the person he most likely wanted to see right now was Lauren.

"Take your time, and don't worry too much.

I'll wait here for you,” Luis urged.

When he was about to end the call, Raegan stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Luis.” She continued with a measured tone, "I'm not going there.

Please take Mitchel to the hospital.

If anything happens to him again, please contact Lauren directly.

This really isn't my concern.” Luis stammered, "But...

Raegan, he's coughing up blood.

Are you sure you don't want to come over?" Sweat broke out on Luis’ forehead.

He couldn't fathom what had prompted this sudden change of heart in Raegan, who had been so concerned just moments ago.

"Besides, I'm not a doctor.

My presence wouldn't make any difference.

I apologize for the inconvenience caused, but that's my final decision,” Raegan firmly declared.

With that, she ended the call.

Luis stared at his phone, dumbfounded.

His coveted yacht had just slipped through his fingers.

He couldn't accept it.

He refused to give up.

There was no way he would allow that to happen! Determined to make one last attempt for that coveted yacht, Luis called Raegan again.

"Tonight, I have to win that yacht no matter what.” However, Raegan's phone could no longer be connected.

Luis received a message, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off.” Unyielding, Luis tried again.

After five consecutive attempts to reach Raegan, Luis finally gave up on contacting her since she had already turned off her phone.

This made Luis rather speechless.

He muttered, "What could you have done to upset Raegan again? It doesn’t make sense..." The previous night, Raegan had been beside herself with worry when Mitchel had been rushed to the emergency room.

So, Luis was convinced of Raegan's genuine concern for Mitchel.

With a resounding crash, Mitchel swept all the bottles and tea sets off the table.

His expression was even more horrible than that of Satan.

His palms, now stained with blood from the shattered glass, seemed to be the least of his concerns.

“Bring me the alcohol,” he demanded.

However, Luis couldn't bear to watch Mitchel indulge in alcohol.

He signaled to the waiter not to serve him any more alcohol.

If Mitchel continued to drink like this, it could make him meet his demise.

But Jarrod didn't stop Mitchel from drinking.

He took a bottle from the waiter and cracked it open for Mitchel.

He said, his tone devoid of sympathy, “Never let a woman get under your skin.

Let's drink and forget it!” Mitchel grabbed the bottle and downed it in one go.

The potent liquor burned his stomach! After chugging down a few more bottles, he collapsed onto the floor with a resounding thud.

As Mitchel teetered on the edge of consciousness, he muttered, "Why? Why don't you want me...” Meanwhile, in Crystal Bay, Raegan lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, thoughts of Mitchel and the pained expression on his face when he left haunted her.

She forced a bitter smile, trying to convince herself that she was overthinking things.

How could Mitchel feel hurt by her words? There should be no one but Lauren who could cause him Sorrow.

She forced herself to sleep in vain.

Her eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her thoughts had already drifted away.

During her phone conversation with Luis, it seemed Luis didn't joke about Mitchel's condition.

Why did Mitchel treat himself like that? His wound hadn't even recovered yet.

The image of Mitchel valiantly stepping in to shield her from harm flashed in her mind.

She clutched the bed sheets tightly and suddenly rose from her bed.

Since she was concerned about Mitchel, it was only right to go and check on him.

She assured herself that she was Just going there to make sure he was okay, nothing more.

After Raegan rushed to the hospital, she noticed it was about to rain.

Just as she was about to dial Luis’ number, a hand patted on her shoulder.

"Raegan, what brings you here?" Henley was surprised to see her at the hospital.

"I..." Raegan was about to respond when she noticed a needle in Henley's arm, suggesting he had just finished an IV treatment.

Her empathy for him welled up, and she asked, “Are you feeling better now?" Henley lowered his hand to hide the wound, then replied gently, "I'm okay.” Recalling the awkward moments earlier regarding the phone call, Raegan apologized embarrassedly, "Henley, I'm sorry about the call.” Henley's eyes dimmed briefly but quickly recovered, saying, "There is no need to apologize, Raegan.

You don't owe me an apology.” Looking at Raegan's exhausted face and the dark circles under her eyes, Henley continued, “Why do you look so pale? It's very late.

Why don’t you go home and rest? What are you doing here at the hospital?” Just as Raegan was about to reply, a figure rushed over, creating a barrier between her and Henley.