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 for

a woman should be within his

a reluctant acknowledgment

himself increasingly invested in Raegan, a realization that

a sentiment rooted in the disdain for his

given birth to him, only to neglect

he shed no

as she struggled through

Henley offered a justification, "I sense you're not content at home.” Despite

to

abroad, yet was

reassured, "There's still half a

me Join you on the journey abroad.” Raegan, unconvinced of the _ feasibility of accompanying Henley abroad, rose to her

moment," she said before retrieving the gifts Gerda had given her and presenting them to

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave

yours." Raegan, insistent, refused to accept what

warmth drained from Henley's expression, replaced by an

memory of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an unfamiliar

wasn't supposed to be like

interest in her? Interrupted by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention

Hospital

herself confined in a pitch-black

airtight seal contained a stench reminiscent of

occasionally venturing onto her feet, prompting her to suppress her disgust for fear of crushing

her penance for yet another

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

inquired about her admittance, to which she exclaimed, "Mitchel, the CEO of the Dixon Group, is to blame!" Their demeanor shifted to solemnity upon her

Lauren learned to play along with their

the idea of escape, consumed with the desire to confront Raegan, the woman

mind, had Raegan not interfered, she

the heavy iron door groaned open, and

from the outside world, obscured his features, allowing Lauren only the faintest impression of

be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she rushed to embrace the

repelled by a sharp kick from polished

leather shoes.

fluffy touch,

no! To her horror, she

soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward in

I beg

You owe me, Mitchel.

her

swear it...” Her ravings painted the picture

a disdainful voice cut through

Lauren registered the

It was not Mitchel’s.

composure,

then?" "Me?" The man's

me? But why?” Instead of answering, the man posed a question,

Lauren felt as if

she'd experienced recently

inhaling peculiar odors, but

had to be Kyle’s,

she had administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to

she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby would

of

her knees, she implored the young man before her, "Please, I need to terminate this

to give birth to it." "Well..." The man

you're

or a freak, it might just restore your former glory.” Lauren's

life?" "Yes." With that, he departed, the resounding clang of

flicker of hope

she

if this lifeline was laced with venom, she was

desire to confront Raegan, the root of her woes in

bitch!

made her timely visit

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

no response, she persisted, even

to disturb Bryce's

Bryce

with tousled blue hair,

offered a

"You're up.

class.”

onto the bed,

participate.” Undeterred, Raegan entered and began playing a pre- recorded

it with a book, immersing herself

record prevented Bryce from returning

and bellowed, "Can't you recite that farther away?” Ignoring him,

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