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.

by Mitchel yet again,

her this way? It wasn't something she

in control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel

reflection, she

now, her focus was to work diligently and earn more in the days ahead

she would save

she'd distance herself from Mitchel for

Mitchel's suit jacket on the hook caught her

would serve well to cover

the jacket

call Henley, explaining

invited Raegan to reach out if she ever

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

more, unbeknownst to her that

gaze, belied by the silky smoothness of his voice that said,

Henley's smile

entertained thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him, prompting Henley to quicken his

had made his way to a

was there, becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks

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

he learned about your divorce." Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired,

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

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

need to play along for now and wait for his slip -up.” With a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not

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

Luis’s curiosity

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

bowing to any woman, he

glanced upwards, his

wife?" The question left Luis at a loss for

me for not having a wife? Whatever! This

satisfied his thirst, Mitchel got up

at the bar, offered a piece of advice