Love Unbreakable

Chapter 168

I'm Your Saver Raegan shook her head dismissively.

"We're not getting back together.

Last night, I felt ill, and he stayed to care for me." It seemed she was convincing herself more than informing Henley.

Since the divorce, the thought of reuniting with Mitchel hadn't crossed Raegan's mind.

Mitchel was a closed chapter in her eyes.

Yet, his recent words unnerved her.

His casual greeting to Henley indicated a resolve to win her over, exuding an unsettling calmness.

The more Raegan pondered, the more irate she grew.

His love, she surmised, was not for her but for the physical comfort she provided.

Henley, on the other hand, experienced a surge of relief, a sensation he welcomed.

Shaking off his worries, he offered a suave, soothing smile.

"What were you trying to say earlier?” Inhaling deeply, Raegan said apologetically, "Henley, we should cease our communication.” Henley's expression darkened.

He pinched her wrist subconsciously and demanded, "Why?" The sudden shift in Henley's expression surprised Raegan.

And he pinched her so hard that she felt pain.

"Henley, you're hurting me...” It was not until then that Henley came to his senses, and he quickly let go, his smile returning.

"My apologies, Raegan.

I lost my composure.” Raegan, recovering from her shock, dismissed the incident.

"It's fine.” "This is the second time you want to end things with me.

Is Mr.

Dixon the reason?" Raegan didn't object.

"I'm afraid it will affect your career, so we'd better keep a distance.” Henley's smile was tinged with sadness.

"My career's already affected.

What now?” Confused, Raegan pressed, "What do you mean?” "I've been dismissed.

Accused of manipulating transactions, I'm barred from investment banking." Despite Henley's nonchalant tone, the news stunned Raegan.

Years of effort gone, Henley’s career dashed because of her.

It was a lot for anyone to bear.

No wonder Mitchel's greeting was so calm earlier.

He couldn't have been unaware of it, and perhaps, even played a role in it.

At a loss for words, Raegan’s concern was evident.

"Henley, I'm sorry.” "It’s nothing,” he replied, the smile never leaving his face.

"I may return to Swynborough.

My family's business is there, beyond others’ reach.” Henley's feigned serenity masked emotions Raegan couldn't decipher.

She felt a deep sorrow and repeated her apology.

Henley's smile softened.

"Don't blame yourself.

Think of it as me going back to claim my inheritance.

Does that ease your mind?” Raegan mused that Henley should have claimed his inheritance earlier, not under duress.

"Raegan, would you like to go with me?" Henley inquired suddenly.

"Me?" Raegan said, taken aback.

While her original intention was to further study in Swynborough, it felt unusual to travel alongside Henley.

They were nothing more than friends and classmates, after all.

"Why?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Henley harbored his own rationale.

His father's company overseas was soon to be his responsibility, and he considered it opportune to take Raegan with him before leaving this city.

In the realm of looks, Henley differed markedly from Mitchel.

Each had their distinct appeals, defying direct comparison.

Mitchel might not be a match

should be within his

reluctant acknowledgment

in Raegan, a

a sentiment rooted in the disdain for his

birth to him, only to neglect and

she lay dying from her excesses, he shed no tears,

he observed, impassive, as she struggled through her final

you're not content at home.” Despite the allure

not ready to

to venture abroad, yet was determined to rely on no one but

serene smile, Henley reassured, "There's still

journey abroad.” Raegan, unconvinced of the _ feasibility of accompanying

the gifts Gerda had given her and presenting them

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave

accept what

the warmth drained from Henley's

memory of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an unfamiliar

supposed to

indifferently, his attention shifting back to Raegan's window, "Let her

Triclinium Hospital

confined in

reminiscent of decay, a grim reminder

beneath her, occasionally venturing onto her feet, prompting her to suppress her

was her penance for

arrival at Triclinium, she protested her sanity vehemently, claiming she'd been committed against

"Mitchel, the CEO of the Dixon Group, is to blame!" Their demeanor shifted to solemnity upon her declaration, convincing

learned to play along

escape, consumed with the desire to

her mind, had Raegan not interfered, she would have already been Mitchel's

groaned open, and a

obscured his features, allowing Lauren only the faintest impression

be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she rushed to

to be repelled by a sharp kick from

leather shoes.

small but shrill scream, coupled with the fluffy touch, made her roll on the

To her horror, she realized she had

Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward

beg you, free

You owe me, Mitchel.

for her will

swear it...” Her ravings painted the picture of

voice cut through the

the unfamiliar, yet

It was not Mitchel’s.

shred of composure, she demanded, "You're not

"Me?" The man's voice carried

me? But why?” Instead of answering, the man posed a question, “Are you aware that you're pregnant?"

if lightning had

illness she'd experienced recently now

it to inhaling peculiar odors, but the truth

had to be Kyle’s,

administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to

she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby would

very notion of giving

she implored the young man

to give birth to it."

you're keeping

might just restore your former glory.” Lauren's tears crystallized

that, he departed, the resounding clang of the iron door sealing his

of hope ignited

by her family, she

if this lifeline was laced with venom, she

harbored a fierce desire to confront Raegan, the

to that bitch! "Damn that bitch to

visit to the villa on

maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence upstairs and proceeded to knock

she persisted, even attempting to call

dared to disturb

in irritation, Bryce

all about?” Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce

a calm

"You're up.

your class.” Bryce

onto the bed, he declared, "Teach

Raegan entered and began playing a

then settled beside it with a book, immersing herself in silent

prevented Bryce from returning

away?” Ignoring

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