Love Unbreakable

Chapter 151

Dinner With Henley Mitchel’s face bore the mark of a slap.

In that instant, as if an explosion had occurred in his mind, a surge of fuel welled up inside him.

"Raegan, what the hell?" he exclaimed in complete disbelief.

Raegan dared to slap him again.

Perhaps he had been too lenient with her.

To his surprise, Raegan raised her hand again, ready to deliver another slap.

But this time, as she swung, Mitchel intercepted her.

Her hand landed on the back of his, emitting a loud, crisp sound.

It could be seen she had used all her strength for that blow.

"Are you out of your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?" Mitchel seized Raegan's wrist, intending to show her the consequences of her actions.

As he spoke, his veins throbbed and stood on his forehead.

However, as he was about to make a move, he felt her wrist trembling in his grasp.

How could it be...

Puzzled, he looked up at he and questioned, "Your hand...” He could not finish his sentence.

The sight of tears on Raegan's face blanked out his thoughts, leaving his questions unasked.

Raegan slowly withdrew her hand.

She clasped both hands tightly and pinched her palms to still the trembling.

Her eyes, burning with hatred, met Mitchel’s.

"Mitchel, I’ve never done anything wrong in our marriage.

Don't tarnish me with your vile thoughts.” Raegan had hoped that even if their relationship had ended, they could avoid hostility.

Even if they met, they could at least maintain their dignity.

But now, she realized she would never find peace with such a man.

At this moment, Raegan pinched her palm and continued, "I've always known I'm not the one you love.

There's no need to remind me.

I never believed you couldn't live without me.

I’m well aware of who Tam.” The self-deprecation in her tone left Mitchel speechless.

He wanted to object and assure her it was not what he meant.

But Raegan did not give him the chance.

"Mr.

Dixon, I hope you don’t forget what you said.

From now on, we're nothing to each other.

If we meet again, please pretend you don't know me.

| don't want to see you anymore." With those final words, she turned and slowly walked away.

It did not take long before she disappeared from his view.

Caught off guard, Mitchel struggled to breathe.

It was as if a sharp awl had stabbed through his chest, piercing his heart.

As Raegan climbed into her car, Mitchel stepped forward to catch after her.

But his legs trembled and were barely able to support him.

"Mr.

Dixon...” Matteo called with a faltering voice.

Thankfully, he was there to steady Mitchel in time.

As the wind whipped around them, Mitchel whispered, "I just...

I just want her to come back...” But hearing Raegan defend another man _ had provoked him.

Angered, he unconsciously raised his voice and spoke harshly.

He had hurt her again.

All he wanted was for her to return and give him another chance.

Matteo figured that if Mitchel went to see Raegan now, it would only deepen their misunderstanding.

With this in mind, he suggested, "Mr.

Dixon, let’s head back.” Meanwhile, Raegan sat silently in her car.

The window was cracked open just enough to let the wind in.

It stirred her hair and brought tears to her eyes.

The pain of the past haunted her still and was impossible to forget.

Over the past two years, Raegan had shared countless precious moments with Mitchel.

Those memories were cherished and etched in her mind.

How did things turn sour after they separated? What Mitchel said just now was like a splash of cold water.

It shattered her heart but, at the same time, dispelled any lingering hopes.

Raegan promised to protect herself from pain and vowed never to let another man into her heart.

Never again.

When arriving in Ardiens, Raegan accompanied Henley to the hospital for a check-up.

It was almost midnight when they stepped out.

"Are you hungry?” "Do you wanna eat?" The two of them asked each other simultaneously and then chuckled at the coincidence.

"Let me treat you tonight,” Raegan quickly added.

She had often failed to keep this promise.

But tonight, she was determined to treat Henley a meal, even if he objected.

Henley smiled and nodded in agreement.

"OKay.” With that, they headed to a restaurant known for its casserole porridge.

After saying their orders, Raegan and Henley sat across each other.

As they waited for the dishes to be served, an awkward silence filled the air.

It was Henley who broke it.

"I was a bit rude this afternoon," he began.

Taken aback, Raegan looked at Henley as if wondering if he was telling the truth.

"I assumed you didn't want to talk to Mr.

Dixon, so I intervened.

Tell me if you want to clarify things with him.

I'll do it," Henley continued.

It seemed he genuinely wanted to help her with those words at that time. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief.

She did not know how to bring up the matter, so she was glad he brought it up himself.

The thing was, she was not ready to start a new relationship, not even with someone as close as Henley.

Accepting him as an admirer felt too soon.

Raegan smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

"You don't need to explain anything to him, she assured him.

"Thanks for your help, Henley." She decided to let Mitchel misunderstand.

Given his pride and arrogance, he probably despised her now and did not want to see her again.

This thought brought her a sense of relief.

She had no desire to see him again.

Their interactions only led to mutual pain.

As Henley observed her expression, he realized he had made the right choice.

Confessing his feelings now would be imprudent.

Raegan would likely reject him, perhaps even distancing herself from him.

With this realization, he offered her a reassuring smile and said, “I’m glad you didn't misunderstand me.

And remember, if you need anything in the future, just tell me.” This atmosphere lightened considerably.

After a long day, they both felt starving.

The meal was delicious and comforting.

Raegan found herself eating more and enjoying the evening.

After dinner, Henley drove Raegan home.

When they reached her building, Raegan bade farewell to him, and Henley responded with a warm smile.

But just as Raegan was about to step out of the car, Henley broke into a cold sweat, clutched his stomach, and was in apparent pain.

Raegan turned to him with concern etched on her face.

"I think the food didn't sit well with my stomach.

Could I use your bathroom?" Henley asked, looking rather embarrassed.

Raegan was surprised but did not deny his request given his obvious discomfort.

She nodded in response.

Once inside the house, she directed him to the bathroom, and he hurried off without delay.

When Henley returned, his face was still pale.

Raegan suggested he take a moment to rest on the sofa.

She handed him a glass of warm water and asked, “Do you need me to call an ambulance?" Henley shook his head.

"It's just a stomach ache.

It's nothing new to me.

I don't want to trouble you, especially since it's late.

I'll go back to my car and stay there for a while." As soon as he said these words, he stood up but staggered.

Raegan strode over to support Henley.

She felt a twinge of guilt when she saw his pale face and evident discomfort.

It was her idea to dine out together.

Therefore, she felt a sense of responsibility for his well-being, especially since he was ill.

After a brief hesitation, she suggested, "Why don't you rest on the sofa for a little while? If you're still feeling unwell, I'll call an ambulance.

I'm not sleepy yet, anyway.” Touched, Henley gazed at her and asked, “Would that be okay with you?"