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.

that she was stirred by Mitchel yet again, barely a month after their split, was

her this way? It wasn't something she

might appear in control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel further

reflection, she shook off these

diligently and earn more in the days ahead to

save

distance herself

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

would serve well

donned the jacket and exited the

safely inside the vehicle did she call Henley, explaining she had to return early due to unforeseen

tone, soft and gentle over the phone, invited Raegan to reach out

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

slipped from her lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that Henley stood at the hotel's entrance, eyes tracking the taxi that took

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

in Henley's smile

thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once

his way to a bar

becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks

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

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

she be dead?” Mitchel remained silent 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

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

"What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in

Luis’s curiosity

skin, huh? Need any advice?”

Mitchel’s history of arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his pride,

glanced upwards, his reply

have a wife?" The question left

having a wife? Whatever!

his thirst, Mitchel got up to

the bar,