Love Unbreakable

Ninety-nine White Roses In an instant, Mitchel bent over and placed Raegan in the back seat.

Before the door could click shut, he leaned in, pinched her chin, and planted a passionate kiss on her tender lips.

Raegan's fingers clutched his shirt, and one button broke, but Mitchel didn't seem to mind it.

Raegan tried to voice her anger, but he silenced her by capturing the tip of her tongue in a passionate kiss, making Raegan shiver uncontrollably.

When Mitchel finally released her, Raegan was left fuming.

She raised her hand to hit him, but he effortlessly held her hand, his gaze penetrating hers.

"Like I said, only my wife could hit me.

Do you want to come back to my side and be my wife?” Hearing his words, Raegan didn’t want to hit him anymore.

Mitchel knew her weaknesses and got a hang of dealing with her.

Anger welled up, but so did a sense of helplessness.

Raegan despised the involvement with him.

In the past, Mitchel’s presence served as her light.

She had clung to him just like someone holding a light in the dark.

However, that light hurt her mercilessly.

Seemingly a stress response, she couldn't help resisting his advances since it would give birth to expectations in her.

Fear gnawed at her whenever she thought about the suffering expectations would likely bring.

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Desperation edged into her voice as she pleaded, "Mitchel, what can I do to stop you from pestering me? Do you just want to sleep with me? Will you let go of me after we have had sex?” Mitchel's response was cold, his eyes devoid of warmth.

"What do you mean?” "What do you think I'm implying?" Raegan met his gaze, tears welling up.

"Don't you just want me for sex?" “What?” "Can you promise to leave me alone after? If so, I...” Mitchel sneered and cut her off, "You want to give yourself to me for free?" The humiliation in his words wasn't lost on her.

His words cut deep, and Raegan clenched her fists, trembling with sadness.

However, she managed to pull herself together for the sake of getting away from his pestering.

"You have to give me a guarantee...” Before she could finish, Mitchel abruptly held her in his embrace, his chin against her soft hair.

In a low voice, he said, "Can't you just be obedient to me? I'm a little upset." The sudden shift in his demeanor caught Raegan off guard.

She couldn't help but wonder why he was upset.

He ought to know there was nothing between her and Hector if he knew her current occupation as a tutor.

He didn't have to get upset just because Hector had driven her here.

Moreover, they had divorced and she was no longer his wife.

But Mitchel was unreasonable.

Raegan didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

She tried to push him away repeatedly.

"Let go of me.

I'm going home.” Mitchel's expression froze.

He had already sensed her rejection.

But he released her obediently and allowed her to get out of the car.

"I'll accompany you back.” Raegan was about to speak when someone called her name.

"Raegan.” Henley appeared out of nowhere, holding a bouquet of roses.

There were at least ninety-nine roses.

The tension in the air surrounding them increased instantly.

Though Raegan couldn't understand why Henley was standing there with flowers in his hand, it was a welcome excuse to get away from Mitchel.

Therefore, she walked toward Henley without hesitation.

However, Mitchel suddenly grabbed her hand firmly, a frown etched on his face.

He remained silent, but his firm grip on her wrist and the complicated expression spoke volumes.

Raegan broke his hand little by little, just like he once did, and asserted, “Mr.

Dixon, since we are divorced, we are strangers.

Please stop doing this.” Two steps away, Henley unexpectedly grabbed her hand.

Raegan stiffened and instinctively attempted to pull away.

However, Henley held her hand tightly, his fingers intertwining with hers.

Leaning in, he whispered, “Don't you want to get rid of him? Let me help you." Raegan's heart raced.

A cold, intense gaze bore into her from behind, a sensation akin to flesh being sliced.

The look pierced her heart, causing a subtle tremor throughout her body.

Henley took Raegan’s hand, ignoring the intense glare from Mitchel.

With a subtle nod at Mitchel, Henley led her away.

Raegan couldn't recollect how she made it home.

Her mind was a blank canvas.

Henley handed her the bouquet of roses and said, "Get some rest.

Call me if you need anything.” Raegan barely registered Henley's words.

She just nodded as he turned around and left.

She didn’t even know when she took the flowers from Henley.

She hadn't been physically close to anyone other than Mitchel for ages.

Even holding hands with Henley in front of Mitchel made her feel guilty.

However, after taking that first step today, it didn't seem that hard, even though the piercing look Mitchel shot them scared her a little.

Back in her room, Raegan stared at the flowers and didn't know what to do.

Why did Henley give her flowers? The bouquet was large and undeniably attractive.

Every girl loved flowers.

Although Raegan couldn't stand the strong scent of flowers, she put them on a table in the living room because they looked pretty.

Just then, Nicole sent her a message, saying she would be staying over for the night.

Raegan agreed and went to take a shower.

After showering, she started drying her hair.

The doorbell rang when she was halfway through.

Raegan proceeded to open the door without hesitation.

She said as she opened the door, "Have you left the key?” To her surprise, it wasn't Nicole but Mitchel standing outside.

Raegan's mind went blank for a split second.

When she regained her senses, she immediately tried to close the door.

Mitchel casually blocked it with his foot, his gaze sharp and penetrating.

"Do you want the whole world to find out I'm at your door?" Upon hearing that, Raegan didn’t dare to close the door.

Anyway, Mitchel had a trick up his sleeve to gain entry.

Once Mitchel stepped inside, he immediately closed the door with a resounding "Bang." A shiver ran down Raegan's spine.

Instead of advancing to Raegan, Mitchel merely gazed at her with profound eyes.

Raegan's breath caught in her throat.

His eyes bore into hers, causing Raegan's heart to skip a beat.

She cautiously said, "Let's talk tomorrow.” In a low voice, Mitchel replied, "I can't sleep until I say what I wanted to say in the car.” Raegan was taken aback.

Weren't they talking about sex in the car moments ago, and he wasn't interested then? Was he having second thoughts now? Raegan's courage had waned after she asserted that.

She didn't want to delve into the topic of intimacy with him.

Feigning innocence, she said, "Didn't we already finish our conversation?” Suddenly, Mitchel pulled her closer, pressing her against the wall.

His slender fingers gripped her jaw, preventing her from dodging.

Raegan uncontrollably stiffened.

Her nerves were on edge.

His deep eyes conveyed suppressed anger, and his voice was eerily calm.

"It's not over.

I haven't given you my answer yet.” "Well, I don't...” Before she could finish, he silenced her with a forceful kiss.

Raegan's eyes widened, but Mitchel didn’t allow her a moment to react.

His kiss was aggressive, a relentless invasion that left her breathless.

This kiss wasn't like the ones before.

It felt like a conquest.

He wanted all of her.

Raegan felt as though she might be kissed to death.

She couldn't breathe properly.

Her eyes reddened from the intensity of the kiss, and her body turned as pliant as water.

Weakness overcame her, inviting more of his kisses.

Amidst the chaotic whirlwind in her mind and her labored breathing, she managed to ask, “Are you serious?" Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her into the room, his expression dark and brooding.

"Yes.

Give it to me.”