Love Unbreakable

I'm At Your Door Raegan whispered gently, "It's not that big of a deal." In the past, she had also struggled with dysmenorrhea, but she would always take precautions ahead of time.

However, she had never told Mitchel about it, so he remained unaware.

Additionally, every time she was on her period, she would seek solace in the embrace of Mitchel, finding comfort in his warmth.

This time, it caught her completely off guard, and she wasn't prepared.

Plus, she hadn't been sleeping well since the miscarriage, so the pain was particularly intense.

Looking down, she noticed a reddish stain on Mitchel's sleeve.

Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she pointed at it, saying, "Your sleeve is stained.

Let me wash it for you.” Mitchel looked down and saw the stain.

However, he didn’t look fazed.

To her surprise, he simply nodded and casually replied, "It's alright.

I'll just take a shower." As she watched him head toward the bathroom, Raegan lowered her long eyelashes, her mind swirling with confusion.

She was aware of Mitchel's obsession with cleanliness.

Any stain on his clothes usually puts him in a foul mood, But now, he seemed uncharacteristically nonchalant about it.

As she thought of this, Raegan began to feel sleepy, and it wasn't long before the effects of the medication kicked in, sending her off to sleep.

In the dead of night, Raegan turned over and felt something on the bed.

Startled, she opened her eyes, only to discover that there was someone else on her bed.

Raegan flicked on the bedside light, only to freeze as she realized it was Mitchel sleeping beside her.

He seemed to be roused from his slumber by her movements, and his dark eyes held a hint of annoyance.

"You..." Raegan wrapped herself in the quilt, her cheeks red as an apple.

After hesitating for a while, she blurted out, "You, you freak!” "What did you say?" Mitchel lazily asked, seemingly half-awake.

Raegan's face was aflame as she pointed at him and asked, “Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Mitchel glanced at himself and then answered matter -of-factly, "My clothes got stained with blood.

I can’t wear them anymore.” After saying that, he removed the quilt and put it aside, revealing his tempting six-pack.

"It's too hot in here," Mitchel mumbled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's December.

Are you out of your mind?" Raegan retorted.

an amazing physique, with his legs, abdomen, and waist

he was brimming with hormones, and now he was

couldn't compete with

turned even redder

so warm while

his

that?" Mitchel retorted grumpily as he got

a bowl, and handed it to her, saying, "Drink this." Raegan's eyes widened as she caught the scent

noticed Raegan's hands and feet were cold, so he

then cooked the soup according to the recipe he found

he ended up burning his hand! Whenever he remembered how Raegan had

before it gets cold," Mitchel urged

Raegan took the bowl and sipped

the fact that Mitchel, who had never cooked

it was late at

soup personally, making Raegan feel

the bowl, and only then did Raegan notice the burn on the back of

even

delicate

to admit he

against the frame, smiled at Raegan, and asked, "Do you worry about me?” Raegan put on a fake smile and replied, "You wish!” Hearing her

was beyond irritated, feeling like

anyway? It wasn't

inviting trouble, and sympathizing with one would

saying about men echoed

Mitchel again was out of the

weren't in

bed like that?

She said indifferently, "Mr.

for your help

It’s late.

with a sneer, "I know it's late.” "At this hour, it's not appropriate for us to share a room, don't you think?" Raegan wanted to say that she didn't want Mitchel's new girlfriend

tried to

seemed to

tone, he said, "Are you worrled Henley will find out and get

share a bed." Mitchel's words stung, and Raegan

so she said with a cold expression,

time for you to leave.” Instead of leaving, Mitchel pulled the quilt and enveloped Raegan

against her like a

but Mitchel held her hands from behind and warned, “Behave

to seduce me.” Raegan was

stomach in pain, she didn't want to argue with

that

hand gently rubbed her

as if a warm current was flowing