Love Unbreakable

Chapter 152

None Of Your Business Having affirmed her point, Raegan agreed with a nod, "It's alright.” She assisted Henley in settling onto the couch.

As Raegan was about to step away, Henley caught her hand from behind.

Turning, Raegan gave Henley a puzzled gaze.

The room's warm glow highlighted the soft wisps of hair around her face, and her bare complexion was soft and inviting.

Raegan embodied a blend of naivety and sophistication, a combination that could easily entice aman.

Henley, noticing this, scrunched his brow and felt warmth surge through him.

He cleared his throat before requesting, "Could you fetch me another glass of water, please?" Raegan complied, bringing him the water and draping a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa.

She then proceeded to her desk, activating the computer to review some documents.

Henley's presence in her space made her uneasy.

She decided to immerse herself in work instead.

More than twenty minutes passed before Henley rose to leave.

Raegan, concerned, insisted on accompanying him downstairs and didn't return until she watched him drive off.

Henley, driving unhurriedly, spotted a black car lurking in the shadows.

He intentionally stopped, lowered the window, and offered Mitchel a slight smile.

"What a coincidence, Mr.

Dixon.” Mitchel's eyes turned icy, detecting Henley's challenge.

With a chilling grin, Mitchel retorted, "Henley, are you asking for trouble by provoking me repeatedly?” "Joking, Mr.

Dixon? With the might of the Dixon family, would I dare?" Henley replied, his tone mocking as he removed his glasses, revealing his true, icy demeanor beneath the facade.

Mitchel's smile remained frosty as he warned, "Keep your distance from Raegan if you're not looking for trouble.” Unfazed, Henley retorted, “Bossy, aren't you, Mr.

Dixon? If Raegan chooses my company, why should I reject her? Besides...” He paused, a sly glint in his eye.

"I understand why you can't let her go.

| empathize with that sentiment.” With that, he drove off, leaving Mitchel with a thunderous scowl.

The night air was cool, yet Henley's spirits were high.

Originally, his aim was to usurp everything from Mitchel, and with Raegan's divorce, he had seemingly succeeded.

Yet, it became clear Mitchel hadn't relinquished his hold on Raegan, which piqued Henley's interest anew.

His mind turned to darker thoughts of conquest.

Raegan, for her part, remained cautious, her guard steadfast unless something significant demanded her attention.

Henley realized he needed a well-crafted plan.

His handsome features were shrouded in darkness.

After a moment, he dialed a number.

"Is there any news of the person whose surname is Lloyd?" A voice on the other end responded, "Words has it that she was seen in the Sandy recently." Henley's tone turned icy.

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Don't let anyone beat you to it.” Tessa, like a stray dog, could serve his purposes well.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he idly loosened his tie, his thoughts drifting with desire.

He recalled Raegan's pale hand and swore silently to himself.

Back in college, he didn't have much contact with Raegan.

At that time, his heart was filled with hatred, and he didn't notice her at all.

By day, he played the model upperclassman.

By night, he harbored darker secrets.

Only after returning recently did he learn of Raegan's marriage to Mitchel and considered getting close to her.

But as days passed, his longing grew.

He convinced himself he needed Raegan until she was his.

Once he had her, he believed he would be unaffected.

Meanwhile, Raegan, emerging from the shower, noticed Henley's watch on the basin.

As she reached to place it aside, the doorbell echoed.

Assuming Henley had returned for his watch, Raegan slipped into a modest nightgown and opened the door.

"Henley, did you come back for...” Her words faltered at the sight of Mitchel, whom she never expected after their last words.

Defenseless, she blanked out, her instinct to slam the door.

Bang! She put all her might into slamming the door, yet the door wouldn't budge.

Fear washed over Raegan’'s face, draining it of color.

With a mad grip, Mitchel kept the door from closing.

His hand bore the brunt, the impact leaving bruises behind, stark against the delicate skin, appearing alarmingly vivid.

"Have you lost your mind?” Lifting her gaze, Raegan collided with a set of dark, brooding eyes filled with bitterness.

Mitchel's expression was accusing, as if he'd caught her in an act of betrayal.

His look was so intense that Raegan became wary.

"What are you..." The door swung open again.

Without a word, Mitchel barged in, pinning her against the door, his face wild, like a predator poised to strike.

Gripping her chin harshly, he demanded, "Did you sleep with him?" Raegan, taken aback, had a flash of realization.

"Have you been following me?" Anger flashed in Mitchel's reddening eyes as he forced out each word, "Answer me." Her patience fraying, Raegan lashed out, "Have you lost your senses? Haven't I made myself clear today? We're divorced.

My life is no longer your concern.

You are nothing but my ex-husband!" "It's none of my concern?" Mitchel's mind was in a mess.

He had been in the car downstairs, staring at the light in her room, telling himself that Henley was just paying a brief visit and that he would leave shortly.

Mitchel knew he shouldn't act rashly, or Raegan would scorn him.

He consoled himself for an agonizing half-hour, each moment stretching on like an eternity.

But Henley's casual remark shattered his fragile calm.

In a flash, his heart splintered.

He still saw Raegan as his, off-limits to any other man.

The mere idea of her with someone else in the intimate moments...

Mitchel felt his sanity fray at the edges.

Swallowed by jealousy, he craved the truth.

Mitchel's grip tightened on Raegan’'s chin.

"Raegan, I will ask you one last time.

Did you sleep with him?" The pain brought tears to Raegan’s eyes, her rage fueling a defiant resolve.

She straightened her neck, her voice firm.

"That's not your concern." "Is that so?” Mitchel’s scoff was a dark omen as he hoisted her up and flung her onto the bed.

"Since you won't confess, I'll find out myself." A wave of dread washed over Raegan's features, a