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

influence her this way? It wasn't

control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel further could

a moment's reflection, she shook off these

diligently and earn more in the days ahead to settle her

save money

distance herself from

exit, Mitchel's suit jacket on the

well to cover

with him, she donned the jacket and

did she call Henley, explaining she

over the phone, invited

wave of guilt wash over her, Raegan found Henley's kindness a stark contrast to Mitchel’'s demeanor, like comparing

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

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

Henley's smile faltered

of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once

made his way to a bar after leaving the

there, becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks

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

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

then added, "Even

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

a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not entirely convinced that they never make contact with each other.” Mitchel stayed silent, continuing

downed his drinks, Luis teased, "What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan caused

Luis’s

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

of arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he would

upwards, his

a wife?" The question left Luis at a

had the audacity to mock me for not having a wife? Whatever! This bastard had it coming!"

thirst, Mitchel

Mitchel's generous spending at the bar, offered a piece of advice despite