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.

Mitchel yet again, barely a month after their split,

influence her this way?

she might appear in control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel further could

she shook off

focus was to work diligently and earn more

would save money to study

she'd distance herself from

Mitchel's suit jacket on the

well to

annoyance with him, she donned the jacket

Henley, explaining she had to return early

phone, invited Raegan to reach out if

wave of guilt wash over her, Raegan found Henley's kindness 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

smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest well, Raegan.” Then he

smile faltered for a

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

his way to a bar after leaving the

drunk after a few

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

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

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

amassing wealth, probably for that bastard.” "Your father’s been covering that child’s tracks

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

mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a

Luis’s

huh? Need any

woman, he would

upwards, his reply

a wife?" The question left Luis at a loss for

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

Mitchel got up to

generous spending at the bar, offered a piece of advice