Love Unbreakable

I'm At Your Door Raegan whispered gently, "It's not that big of a deal." In the past, she had also struggled with dysmenorrhea, but she would always take precautions ahead of time.

However, she had never told Mitchel about it, so he remained unaware.

Additionally, every time she was on her period, she would seek solace in the embrace of Mitchel, finding comfort in his warmth.

This time, it caught her completely off guard, and she wasn't prepared.

Plus, she hadn't been sleeping well since the miscarriage, so the pain was particularly intense.

Looking down, she noticed a reddish stain on Mitchel's sleeve.

Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she pointed at it, saying, "Your sleeve is stained.

Let me wash it for you.” Mitchel looked down and saw the stain.

However, he didn’t look fazed.

To her surprise, he simply nodded and casually replied, "It's alright.

I'll just take a shower." As she watched him head toward the bathroom, Raegan lowered her long eyelashes, her mind swirling with confusion.

She was aware of Mitchel's obsession with cleanliness.

Any stain on his clothes usually puts him in a foul mood, But now, he seemed uncharacteristically nonchalant about it.

As she thought of this, Raegan began to feel sleepy, and it wasn't long before the effects of the medication kicked in, sending her off to sleep.

In the dead of night, Raegan turned over and felt something on the bed.

Startled, she opened her eyes, only to discover that there was someone else on her bed.

Raegan flicked on the bedside light, only to freeze as she realized it was Mitchel sleeping beside her.

He seemed to be roused from his slumber by her movements, and his dark eyes held a hint of annoyance.

"You..." Raegan wrapped herself in the quilt, her cheeks red as an apple.

After hesitating for a while, she blurted out, "You, you freak!” "What did you say?" Mitchel lazily asked, seemingly half-awake.

Raegan's face was aflame as she pointed at him and asked, “Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Mitchel glanced at himself and then answered matter -of-factly, "My clothes got stained with blood.

I can’t wear them anymore.” After saying that, he removed the quilt and put it aside, revealing his tempting six-pack.

"It's too hot in here," Mitchel mumbled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's December.

Are you out of your mind?" Raegan retorted.

Mitchel had an amazing physique, with his legs, abdomen, and waist all flawlessly proportioned like a supermodel.

Even without clothes on, he was brimming with hormones, and now he was just wearing underwear.

Even a professional model couldn't compete with his physique.

Raegan's face turned even redder as she looked at him.

No wonder she had felt so warm while she was asleep.

It turned out that Mitchel had been cradling her in his arms while almost naked, "Regardless, it's too hot in here.

Do you have any problem with that?" Mitchel retorted grumpily as he got out of bed.

After a while, he came back holding a bowl, and handed it to her, saying, "Drink this." Raegan's eyes widened as she caught the scent of ginger soup.

"Did you make this?" Mitchel replied, somewhat reluctantly, "Yes." After showering, he noticed Raegan's hands and feet were cold, so he contacted Matteo and asked him to bring some ingredients.

He then cooked the soup according to the recipe he found on the Internet.

It was something Mitchel had never done before, and he ended up burning his hand! Whenever he remembered how Raegan had irritated him, he was furious with himself.

"Come on, drink it before it gets cold," Mitchel urged impatiently.

With flushed cheeks, Raegan took the bowl and sipped the soup.

She was overwhelmed by the fact that Mitchel, who had never cooked for anyone in his life, had made this ginger soup for her.

Moreover, it was late at night.

The handsome man with a perfect figure served her soup personally, making Raegan feel like she was on cloud nine.

Once she finished, Mitchel took the bowl, and only then did Raegan notice the burn on the back of his hand.

Mitchel's skin was even smoother than a woman’s.

It was delicate and tender.

Concerned, Raegan asked, "What happened to your hand?" "It's nothing.” Mitchel didn't want to admit he didn't know how to handle the pot properly and burned himself.

That would be too embarrassing! As he headed toward the door with the bowl in hand, he suddenly turned around, leaned against the frame, smiled at Raegan, and asked, "Do you worry about me?” Raegan put on a fake smile and replied, "You wish!” Hearing her response, Mitchel chuckled softly and exited the room.

Raegan was beyond irritated, feeling like she could chew off her tongue.

Why was she letting this bother her anyway? It wasn't the right time to bring it up.

Pitying a man was just inviting trouble, and sympathizing with one would only lead to misery.

This age-old saying about men echoed in her mind.

Sharing a bed with Mitchel again was out of the question.

They weren't in love anymore.

How could they casually share a bed like that? When Mitchel returned, Raegan had composed herself.

She said indifferently, "Mr.

Dixon, thanks for your help tonight.

It’s late.

You should head back." Mitchel looked at her and said with a sneer, "I know it's late.” "At this hour, it's not appropriate for us to share a room, don't you think?" Raegan wanted to say that she didn't want Mitchel's new girlfriend to get the wrong idea, but she didn't want him to think she was jealous.

So, she tried to persuade him with tact.

But her words seemed to rub Mitchel the wrong way.

With a cold tone, he said, "Are you worrled Henley will find out and get upset? After all, he forked out three million to win you over.

He would be pissed if we share a bed." Mitchel's words stung, and Raegan clenched her fists.

She didn't want to argue, so she said with a cold expression, "Whatever.

It's time for you to leave.” Instead of leaving, Mitchel pulled the quilt and enveloped Raegan in his arms.

His body radiated heat, pressing against her like a burning stove.

Raegan tried to break free, but Mitchel held her hands from behind and warned, “Behave yourself.

Don't try to seduce me.” Raegan was speechless when she heard that.

With her stomach in pain, she didn't want to argue with him.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Gradually, she noticed that Mitchel was surprisingly warm.

His big hand gently rubbed her lower abdomen.

It felt as if a warm current was flowing into her, providing a soft and comforting sensation.

In the quiet night, Mitchel gazed down at Raegan's graceful neck.

His Adam's apple bobbed, determination glinting in his charming eyes.

He said nonchalantly, "Raegan, you two won't be together." No one could snatch away what he had claimed unless he willingly let go of it.

With that, he flicked off the light.

Still awake, Raegan said nothing.

However, tension gripped her until sleep gradually overtook her.

The next morning, Raegan's phone rudely interrupted her slumber.

It was normal for most people to wake up feeling a bit grumpy, so she let it ring for a bit.

Suddenly, a man's voice echoed from her phone.

"Did you sleep well last night, Raegan?” Her eyes shot open, meeting Mitchel’s intense gaze.

He held his head with one hand and her phone with the other.

"Raegan, are you there?” Henley's voice came again from the other end of the phone.

Raegan's heart skipped a beat.

After a moment, she replied, "Yeah?" As she spoke, she reached for her phone.

Mitchel, surprisingly, handed it over without making fun of her.

Meanwhile, Raegan signaled for him to be quiet fiercely.

Seeing that, Mitchel squinted, a wicked expression on his face.

Ignoring him, Raegan focused on the call.

"What's the matter, Henley?” "I want to take you out for breakfast.

Are you free right now?" Henley asked.

Before Raegan could answer, her body suddenly stiffened.

Mitchel flipped her over and pinned her down.

He coolly held her chin and trailed kisses along the marks he had left.

Simultaneously, he playfully pinched her plump buttocks and rubbed them with great desire.

Raegan couldn't help but breathe heavily.

She gritted her teeth and asked in a shaky voice, "Where are you?" Mitchell felt dissatisfied with her words.

He extended his hand to unbutton her pajamas and planted kisses from her chin down to her delicate clavicle.

Wherever he went, he left a few hickey marks.

"Well, I'm at your door," Henley replied.