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

should be

a reluctant acknowledgment

invested in Raegan, a realization that soured

women held little value, a sentiment rooted in the disdain

given birth to him, only to neglect and mistreat him as if he

excesses, he shed

observed, impassive, as she struggled through her final

a justification, "I sense you're not content at home.” Despite the allure of Henley’s proposition, Raegan remained

to

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

smile, Henley reassured, "There's still half a

you wish to depart, you'll have me Join you on the journey abroad.” Raegan,

the gifts Gerda

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave them to

Raegan, insistent, refused to accept what she

the warmth drained from Henley's expression, replaced by

of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an unfamiliar ache

supposed to be like

it be a genuine interest in her? Interrupted by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to Raegan's window, "Let her know something and bite the bait,"

Triclinium Hospital

herself confined

stench reminiscent of decay, a grim reminder of death's

onto her feet, prompting her to suppress her disgust for fear of crushing their carcasses in a frantic effort to evade

penance for yet another thwarted

her sanity vehemently, claiming she'd been committed

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

Lauren learned to

consumed with the

had Raegan not interfered, she would

and

obscured his features, allowing Lauren only

Overwhelmed, she rushed

by a

leather shoes.

the fluffy touch, made her roll on the ground like

To her horror, she realized she had crushed a

and soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward in

I beg

You owe me, Mitchel.

her

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

disdainful voice cut through

registered the

It was not Mitchel’s.

a shred of composure, she demanded, "You're

The man's voice

echoed, "Save me? But why?” Instead of answering, the man posed a question, “Are you

felt as if lightning

experienced

to inhaling peculiar odors, but the truth was, she was

child had to be

administered numerous drugs to feign

if she carried the pregnancy to term,

very notion of giving birth to

the young man before her, "Please, I need to

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

this moment, you're keeping the

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

my old life?" "Yes." With that, he departed, the resounding clang of the iron door sealing

of hope ignited

she

was laced with venom, she was desperate to

Raegan, the

was all due to that bitch! "Damn that bitch

her timely visit to the villa on

Hector absent and only a maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence

she persisted, even attempting to call

one dared to disturb Bryce's

Bryce yanked open

with tousled blue hair, Bryce

a

"You're up.

class.”

Flopping back onto the bed, he declared,

entered and began playing

then settled beside it with a book, immersing herself

prevented Bryce

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

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