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.

yet again, barely a month after

else ever influence her this way? It

the moment, infuriating Mitchel further could

a moment's reflection, she shook off these

now, her focus was to work diligently and earn more

save money

herself from Mitchel for

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

well

the jacket and exited the hall to hail

call Henley, explaining she had to return early due

invited Raegan to reach out if she ever

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

that Henley stood at the hotel's

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

warmth in Henley's smile faltered for

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

made his way to a bar

becoming slightly drunk after a

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

his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you located that woman?" Luis, shaking his head, responded,

for a moment, then added, "Even if she’s gone, the child might still

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

now and wait for his slip -up.” With a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not entirely convinced that they never make

your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a

this, Luis’s

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

any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his

upwards, his reply

question left Luis at a

to mock me for not having a wife? Whatever!

satisfied his thirst, Mitchel got up

the bar, offered a piece of advice