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.

fact that she was stirred by Mitchel yet again, barely a month after their split, was

influence her this way? It

for the moment, infuriating

reflection, she shook

diligently and earn more in the days ahead

she would save money

herself from Mitchel for

suit jacket

serve well

donned the jacket

did she call Henley, explaining

and gentle over the phone, invited Raegan to reach out if she ever needed

kindness a stark contrast to Mitchel’'s demeanor, like comparing an angel's

lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that Henley stood at the hotel's entrance, eyes tracking

by the silky smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest well, Raegan.” Then he ended the

warmth in Henley's smile

thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him, prompting

way to a bar after

drunk after

his fingers, Luis commented, “It looks like your father keeps close tabs on

arranged a blind date the moment he learned about your divorce." Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you located that woman?" Luis, shaking his head, responded, "She's vanished without a

be dead?” Mitchel remained silent for a moment, then added, "Even if she’s gone,

is hell-bent on amassing wealth, probably for that bastard.” "Your father’s been covering

his slip -up.” With a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not entirely

mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a deeper, darker

Luis’s

under your skin, huh? Need any advice?” Luis knew Mitchel

and never bowing to any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his pride, even in pursuit of a

upwards, his reply

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

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

his thirst, Mitchel got up

at the bar,