Love Unbreakable

You Must Be Thick- skinned In Courtship Mitchel's attractive features immediately took on a shadowed cast.

Raegan scoffed.

"I refuse to order any dish that costs more than two hundred dollars.” This was a first for her to voice such words, yet it was Mitchel who had shown her disrespect first.

Despite knowing the significance of the occasion, he had ripped her dress and demeaned her in the men's restroom.

Did he ever pause to consider her emotions? Hence, Raegan resolved to not just retaliate but to shame him even greater than the slight he dealt her.

"Raegan!" Enraged, Mitchel’s expression turned thunderous as he bellowed.

"What? Does it anger you? Mr. Dixon, is this the extent of your control?" Clutching her chest, Raegan laughed lightly.

"Here's a piece of advice.

No amount of good looks will pave your way to business success.

Better check that temper, or you'll frighten everyone off." Mitchel's visage was frosty as snow, his gaze piercing her as though he might snap her neck at any moment.

Undaunted, Raegan tilted her chin up defiantly, meeting his stare.

It was a remarkable triumph for her to leave him at a loss for words, a feeling too grand for mere language.

Their eyes locked in a silent confrontation.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he offered a smile, opened the door, and left without a word.

Raegan exhaled in relief, sinking onto the toilet seat, her heart pounding wildly.

She had to admit, Mitchel still had an effect on her...

It was all too close to a breakdown.

He was right.

Her body didn't lie.

stirred by Mitchel yet again, barely a month after their

else ever influence her this way? It wasn't something she

in control for the moment,

moment's reflection, she shook off

work diligently and earn more in the days ahead

would save money to

herself

she rose, pondering her exit, Mitchel's suit jacket on

would serve well to cover

him, she donned the jacket and exited the hall

did she call Henley, explaining she had to return

invited Raegan to reach out if she ever needed

Raegan found Henley's kindness a stark contrast to Mitchel’'s demeanor, like comparing an angel's grace

apology slipped from her lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that

his gaze, belied by the silky smoothness of his voice

warmth in Henley's smile

tenderness, yet Mitchel had

way to a bar

drunk after a few drinks with

commented, “It looks like your father keeps close

the moment he learned about your divorce." Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you located that woman?" Luis, shaking his

then added, "Even if she’s

that bastard.” "Your father’s been covering

slip -up.” With a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not entirely convinced that they never make contact with each other.” Mitchel stayed silent, continuing to drown himself in

wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a deeper,

Luis’s

got under your skin, huh? Need any

and never bowing to any woman, he would undoubtedly

upwards, his reply

even have a wife?" The question left Luis at a

me for not having a wife? Whatever! This bastard had

satisfied his thirst, Mitchel got up to

bar,