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

anyone else ever influence her this way?

control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel further could

a moment's reflection, she shook off these

focus was to work diligently and earn more in the

save money to study

herself from Mitchel

Mitchel's suit jacket on the hook caught her

would serve well

jacket and exited the hall to

call Henley, explaining she

the phone, invited Raegan to

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

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

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

smile faltered

with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him, prompting Henley to quicken

to a bar

slightly drunk

a cigarette between his fingers, Luis commented, “It looks like your father

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

remained silent for a moment, then added, "Even if she’s

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

and wait for his 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

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

this, Luis’s

Need any advice?” Luis knew Mitchel all too

arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his pride, even in

upwards,

have a wife?" The question

having a wife? Whatever! This bastard had it coming!" Luis muttered

thirst, Mitchel got

considering Mitchel's generous spending at the bar, offered a piece