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

else ever influence her this way?

appear in control for the moment,

moment's reflection, she shook off

diligently and earn more in the days ahead to

save money to study

herself

her exit, Mitchel's suit jacket on

well to

her annoyance with him, she donned the jacket and

did she call Henley, explaining she

over the phone, invited Raegan to reach out if she

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

lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that Henley stood

belied by the silky smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest

in Henley's smile faltered for a

yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him,

had made his way to

slightly drunk after a few

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

divorce." Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you located that woman?" Luis, shaking his head, responded, "She's vanished

then added, "Even if she’s gone, the child might still be

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

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

Luis teased, "What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention

Luis’s curiosity

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

history of arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he

glanced upwards, his

have a wife?" The question

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

his thirst, Mitchel got up to

at the bar, offered a