Love Unbreakable

Chapter 389 Katie's Schemes Resting on the bed like royalty, Katie commanded, "Massage my head." Abel quickly knelt down. The usually rough and unrefined Abel now massaged Katie's head gently.

Even though Abel hailed from the Dark Island, he was among the rare assassins with a clean soul. He always appeared fresh and odor-free, never smelling of sweat. Additionally, his body hair was notably dense, giving off a distinctively masculine aroma.

After a while, Katie sensed something was lacking, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. It could have been related to her hormones. Lately, her cravings had intensified.

She slightly opened her rosy lips and glanced at Abel, suggesting, "Go a bit lower." Abel got the hint immediately. His coarse hands moved to her neck and collarbone, gently caressing her chest.

The touch of his calloused hands offered a thrilling sensation. Katie squinted her eyes and softly murmured, "Harder..." Abel watched her allure intensify, feeling a wave of passion stir within him. With a raspy voice, he asked, "Miss... Do you want me to..." Katie wasn't entirely lucid at that moment and gave a faint nod. "Mm." Taking it as her consent, Abel's eyes shone with desire as he leaned in closer.

"Ah..." Katie couldn't stop herself from biting her lip and moaning. Suddenly, her expression turned cold, and she swiftly raised her hand.

"Slap!" With a loud smack, she slapped Abel across the face.

Katie looked at the visible hickeys and said icily, "How dare you kiss me without permission! You scoundrel!" Abel was jolted back to his senses, his face showing shock. Before Katie could say another word, he fell to his knees and began hitting himself across the face.

"Slap!" Abel slapped himself repeatedly, each hit harder than the last, showing no mercy to himself.

Abel couldn't believe he had just acted so inappropriately. It was as if he had momentarily lost all self control. He

had always valued cleanliness and had yearned for the affection of a woman, but his heart was set on Katie alone.

Although he had encountered women who tried to lure him amid his missions, he never entertained any desires for them. His mind was occupied with thoughts of pushing them away. They seemed unclean to him, entirely so.

But Katie was an exception. In Abel's book, Katie was pretty with a poised figure, exuding elegance from every inch. She was nothing like the women he had met before. He felt the spark of love when he first laid eyes on her.

Surprisingly, Katie asked him to satisfy her needs. After each session, she permitted him to deal with his own needs, which he would opt for a shower.

Abel had never sought the company of other women since he knew Katie prized cleanliness above all. Any involvement with other women would mean he could no longer serve her.

In the room, the sound of slapping echoed.

Witnessing the harshness with which Abel dealt with himself, Katie realized she had been quite harsh.

Abel's lips were swollen, bleeding from the bites, presenting a pitiful sight.

Feeling slightly eased by this sight, Katie pondered. Abel, who dared to kiss her without permission, seemed beneath contempt. Would he dare to cross further boundaries since he dared to kiss her now? Such a contemptible being, only valuable for his usefulness. If it weren't

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"Stop," Katie called out casually, slipping her foot into her shoe.

Abel, understanding her intention, stretched his hand flat on the ground, ready to receive her foot.

Katie pressed down on Abel's palm with her chunky heel, twisting it with force. This act, oddly satisfying, relieved her stress.

She recalled his rough caresses, which were strangely enjoyable. Yet, she didn't want any hickeys. She had mastered the art of having fun while keeping her innocence intact ages ago.

With a firm voice laced with an underlying fear, Katie declared, "Never forget you're nothing more than a lowly dog at my feet. Now that you're a

dog, you need to follow your master's commands without any thoughts of your own, got it?" Abel's mouth was filled with blood, making it hard to talk, yet he endured the pain, kneeling and replying, "Got it, Miss." Suddenly, Katie remembered something and inquired coldly, "Did you look into Lauren's case?" "I did. She's currently undergoing treatment and will be sentenced next month." Katie nodded. "And her mouth?" "All taken care of. I almost had to cut her tongue out. She was terrified, and now she's lost her mind." Abel had made his move in the I hospital, sneaking in under cover of

darkness to forcibly remove Lauren's tongue and scare her with a knife. He warned Lauren against speaking of things she shouldn't, leaving Lauren so scared that she wet the bed and lost her sanity.

If Lauren ended up losing her mind, it might even be a mercy since it could allow her a few more days of life before her end.

Katie was indifferent to what became of Lauren, concerned only with whether Lauren had been silenced.

Actually, Katie didn't wish for Lauren's death, wanting Lauren to burn through her remaining passion before her time came. Katie wanted Lauren to show her last bit of usefulness before meeting the end.

Katie brutally stepped on Abel's hand,

commanding, "Get out!" Despite the humiliation and pain, Abel didn't show it. Even then, his eyes were filled with unwavering infatuation as he got up and respectfully made his exit.

Katie never questioned Abel's loyalty.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have picked him to be by her side.

Abel was sort of good-looking, his dark skin giving him a striking and robust appearance, like a rugged man touched by wilderness. If in a different position, Katie might appreciate him. It was unfortunate that Abel was born into such a lowly status, only fit to be stepped on by her.

Katie got up and moved toward the mirror, slowly lifting her clothes to reveal her flat belly. She patted her

belly and walked around, mimicking those pregnant women.

After a few steps, she peered at her reflection, her eyes narrowing into a sly and somewhat eerie smile. She had everything ready. This time, she was determined to have Mitchel's child.

Mitchel would always belong to her...

Forever! The next day was the weekend.

Raegan was at home, enjoying breakfast with Janey.

Just as the table was set, the doorbell rang.

Before Annis could reach the door, Janey had already jumped off her chair and dashed to the entrance.

Raegan was curious about who it

might be when she noticed Mitchel entering with Janey in his arms.

Noticing Raegan's less-than-thrilled look, Janey quickly came up with an excuse and said in a soothing tone, "Mommy, I asked daddy to come over.

Can he have breakfast with me?" Raegan and Mitchel had made a pact not to fight or show any upset feelings in front of Janey. So Raegan forced a smile and replied softly, "Of course, Janey." While still held by Mitchel, Janey stretched out her arms to wrap around Raegan's neck, planting a small kiss on her. "I love you, mommy!" she declared in her tender voice.

This gesture brought Raegan and Mitchel a bit closer.

As Raegan raised her head, she

accidentally collided with Mitchel's chin.

Mitchel gazed at Raegan with _a look full of intensity, quickly reaching out to caress her head, asking with a concerned tone, "Are you okay?" Janey, still in Mitchel's embrace, instructed, "Daddy, give mommy a kiss.

It always makes me feel better when mommy kisses me." Raegan was at a loss for words, racking her mind to find an excuse to decline.

The atmosphere turned slightly awkward.

Seeing Mitchel hesitate, Janey became restless, thinking how silly he was being. "Daddy, kiss mommy," she encouraged, looking expectantly at Mitchel.

With Janey's eager eyes on him, Mitchel's expression softened as he carefully leaned down.