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.

stirred by Mitchel yet

this way? It wasn't something

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

reflection, she shook off these tumultuous

was to work diligently and earn more in the days ahead to settle

save money to study

she'd distance herself from

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

serve well to

donned the jacket and

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

phone, invited Raegan to reach out

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

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

flickered in his gaze, belied by the silky smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest well, Raegan.” Then he ended

in Henley's smile

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

to

was there, becoming slightly drunk

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

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

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

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

added, "I'm not

Luis teased, "What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a deeper,

this, Luis’s

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

any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his

upwards, his

wife?" The question left Luis at a loss for

mock me for not having a wife? Whatever! This

Mitchel got up

the bar, offered