Love Unbreakable

Chapter 390 Remembering His Preferences Cheek-kissing was a pretty normal way of greeting.

Yet, Raegan slightly bowed her head and dodged Mitchel's kiss. She tenderly pinched Janey's cheek, gently placed her on the ground, and said with a smile, "I told you I'm fine. Now go wash your hands and join us for breakfast." Although Janey felt a little letdown, the thought of having breakfast with Mitchel made her happy. She eagerly replied, "Okay, mommy." The moment Janey stepped out, Raegan's smile disappeared, and she asked with a cold tone, "Mitchel, what

do you really want?" That barrier Raegan put up, that distance, tugged at Mitchel's heartstrings, causing him a deep, raw ache. With a raspy voice, he replied, "I just want to have breakfast with Janey." Raegan saw right through his act. It was clear as day that he was using Janey as an excuse to be near her.

With a frosty expression, Raegan stated, "Mitchel, I only agreed to let you pick up and drop off Janey for school, but not to barge into our lives whenever you please." The way she said "our" clearly left Mitchel, the father, out in the cold.

His voice dry with emotion, Mitchel earnestly said, "Raegan, I really want to spend more time with Janey. I've

missed out on five years and I can't afford to lose another moment. I want to cherish every chance I get to see her." Of course, it wasn't just about Janey. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Mitchel longed to see Raegan. He even wished the three of them could reunite as a family. Yet, he kept these thoughts to himself, knowing how difficult it was to even get this close. If he mentioned it, Raegan might refuse to let him even glance at Janey's face.

Raegan knew Mitchel's words made sense. Besides, he had promised not to fight with her over Janey's custody, rendering her with no grounds to prevent the father-daughter encounters. Thus, despite her wish to steer clear from Mitchel, she had allowed Mitchel to interact with Janey, knowing how much merrier Janey was with Mitchel being around.

After wrestling with her thoughts for a moment, Raegan ended the conversation by demanding, "Leave after you've eaten." A wave of sorrow hit Mitchel, his brows furrowing.

Amid the breakfast with Mitchel sitting next to her, Janey was exceptionally energetic.

Raegan poured a glass of Janey's favorite milk for her.

Janey didn't hesitate to share half the milk with Mitchel, her voice filled with sweetness. "Daddy, you should try this.

It's my favorite." Recalling Mitchel's distaste for milk, Raegan interjected, "Janey, he doesn't enjoy milk..." Raegan stopped mid-sentence, her face

suddenly flushing red. Damn it! Why was she concerned about his taste in food? Why did she still remember his preferences so clearly? Caught off guard, Mitchel smiled and accepted the milk, drinking it with elegance.

Janey looked at him eagerly. "Daddy, do you like it? Mommy pour it for us." Mitchel carefully wiped Janey's mouth with a napkin, his touch gentle and his eyes full of love. "Of course." He glanced at Raegan and added softly, "Your mommy has a knack for choosing irresistibly tasty food." Hearing this, a hint of annoyance crossed Raegan's face, irked by his boldness. Who needed his sudden praise? Yet, that Mitchel seemed naturally good at caring for a child

surprised him. Janey seemed much livelier in his presence.

Raegan then thought of the psychologist's suggestion about Janey's condition, asserting that Janey needed a father figure, one that she approved of and liked. It appeared Mitchel was just the one Janey needed, demonstrated by Janey's willingness to call Mitchel "daddy" on her own.

Yet, Raegan couldn't fathom the cause behind it. Why did Janey take a special liking to Mitchel? Was there any truth to the saying that blood ties were the strongest? "Daddy..." Janey's soft call snapped Raegan back to reality.

Raegan noticed Mitchel's shirt and pants were marked with milk stains.

"Sorry, daddy..." Janey looked upset.

Thinking Mitchel enjoyed the milk, she intended to fetch one more glass for him. Unexpectedly, the glass slipped from her grip and fell to the ground, pieces of shattered glass around and spilled milk on Mitchel's clothes. An anxious Janey hastily bent down to tidy up the mess, her hand cut by a piece of shattered glass before Mitchel's intervention.

Mitchel, not bothered by the stains on his clothes, asked Janey with a concerned look, his voice low and tinged with worry, "Are you hurt?" Raegan felt the same worry. Her first thought was whether Janey had gotten hurt by the glass or something.

"Janey..." Raegan wanted to check on Janey, but Mitchel had already grabbed Janey's hands for scrutinization.

With his head bowed, Mitchel leaned back slightly to avoid the milk stains on his clothes contacting Janey.

Right then, Annis approached with a medical kit, offering, "Mr. Dixon, let me help." Annis tried to take Janey, but Mitchel kept grabbing Janey's hand, simply extending his hand for the medical kit.

"Just hand it over." Concerned Mitchel might not handle Janey's wound correctly, Raegan said to Annis, "I'll handle it." Annis handed the medical kit to Raegan. Raegan bent down slightly as she took care of Janey's would. As she did, Raegan's arm brushed Mitchel's sleeve occasionally, but she didn't pay it much mind.

Mitchel's gaze, filled with immense

tenderness, watched Raegan silently Ever since Raegan regained her memory, being able to interact peacefully with her was beyond his wildest dreams. He selfishly wished time would slow down.

Feeling the love and care from her two favorite people, Janey beamed, waving her unaffected hand dismissively.

"Mommy, daddy, I'm good." The swift treatment defied the impact of the cut to Janey's hand.

Both Mitchel and Raegan let out a relieved exhale.

Annis quickly grabbed Janey and suggested to Mitchel, "Mr. Dixon, perhaps you need to change your clothes." Raegan felt the name way. She was just about to offer to pay for his ruined

outfit when Janey chimed in, "Daddy, the clothes mommy made for Erick are upstairs. You can go and change into them." Raegan was amused by Janey's eager suggestion. She still remembered Mitchel was particular about his clothing, always choosing high-end, custom-made pieces from his favorite Italian brand.

Raegan inquired, "Are you still exclusive to that Italian brand? I can order a custom set for you." Mitchel gave her a look, a faint smile playing on his lips, and gently replied, "No need for that. Janey mentioned there are clothes for me to change into, right?" Raegan was at a loss for words. She couldn't comprehend what

experiences had led Mitchel to change so much. He now seemed unfazed by the prospect of not wearing his preferred clothing. Even though Erick's size was close to his, for someone like him used to tailored outfits, off-the- peg clothes would likely feel uncomfortable.

Raegan proposed, "Maybe you should head back and change?" "I've got a meeting coming up soon," Mitchel explained his situation.

Left with no choice, Raegan led him upstairs to get the clothes.

There was a room specifically prepared for Erick in the house, where his clothes were kept.

Just as Raegan picked up the clothes, she was surprised by the scene when she turned around.

Mitchel had already taken his shirt off His smoothly defined abs and taut chest muscles were fully exposed. His belt was loosened, but his pants were still on.

The zipper was slightly open, revealing the overly firm contours of his abdomen. It was such a hot view that it could make anyone blush with just an extra look.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a palpable tension.

Raegan, in her rush, ended up covering her face with the clothes, blurting out, "Who said you could undress yourself!" Mitchel said nothing when he approached Raegan for the clothes.

Stripped of the clothes to cover her face, the heat of the moment

overwhelmed Raegan.

Mitchel, very matter-of-factly, responded, "How else am I supposed to get changed?" Then, his long fingers moved to his trouser button, about to unfasten it.

Raegan's face turned even more crimson. She muttered to herself, "Was he really about to undress right in front of me?"