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.

not be a match for

be

acknowledgment gnawed at

in Raegan,

value, a sentiment

him, only to neglect and mistreat him

when she lay dying from her excesses, he shed no tears, nor did he

she struggled through her final

sense you're not content at home.” Despite

not ready to consider it," she

was determined to rely on

Henley reassured, "There's still half

abroad.” Raegan,

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

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

gave

refused to accept what

outside Raegan's place, the warmth drained from Henley's expression, replaced by an

Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an

to

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

Triclinium Hospital of

herself confined in a

contained a stench reminiscent of decay, a grim

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

reality was her penance for yet another thwarted attempt

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

the staff 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 declaration, convincing them of

learned to play

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

not interfered, she would have already been

and a shadowy

the outside world, obscured his features, allowing

it be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she

a sharp kick from polished

leather shoes.

shrill scream, coupled with the fluffy touch, made her roll on the ground like getting

Oh no! To her horror, she realized she

and soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward in

beg you, free

You owe me, Mitchel.

for her will be your

Her

disdainful voice cut through the

the unfamiliar, yet melodic

It was not Mitchel’s.

shred of composure, she demanded,

The man's voice carried a

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

if lightning had struck

persistent illness she'd experienced recently now

inhaling peculiar odors, but the truth was,

had to be

administered numerous drugs to feign illness,

she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby

very notion of giving birth

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

give birth to

moment, you're keeping the

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

flicker of hope ignited

by her family, she was

lifeline was laced with venom, she was desperate to grasp

Raegan, the

was all due to that bitch! "Damn that bitch to hell,” Lauren

Raegan made her timely visit

she learned of Bryce's presence upstairs

she persisted, even

dared to

in irritation, Bryce yanked open the

Disheveled with tousled

a

"You're up.

class.” Bryce

the bed, he declared,

to participate.” Undeterred, Raegan entered and began

beside it with a book, immersing herself

prevented Bryce from

he sat up and bellowed, "Can't you recite that farther away?” Ignoring

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