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 woman should be within his

acknowledgment gnawed at

invested in Raegan, a realization

him, women held little value, a sentiment rooted in

him, only to neglect and mistreat him

excesses, he shed no tears, nor did

impassive, as she struggled through

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

to

abroad, yet was determined to rely on

Henley reassured, "There's still half

you'll have me Join you on the journey abroad.” Raegan, unconvinced of

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

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave

insistent, refused to accept what she felt

the warmth drained from Henley's expression, replaced by

of Raegan's unhesitating rejection

to

by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to Raegan's window,

Triclinium Hospital

found herself confined in a pitch-black

reminiscent of decay, a grim

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

grim reality was her penance for

at Triclinium, she protested her sanity vehemently,

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 her delusion, and subjected her to a rigorous regime, two hours of daily "re-education"

Lauren learned to play along with their

escape, consumed with the

her mind, had Raegan not interfered, she would have

groaned open, and a shadowy

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

she rushed to

be repelled by a sharp

leather shoes.

with the fluffy touch, made

Oh no! To her horror, she

soiled, Lauren shrieked

beg you,

You owe me, Mitchel.

me for her

swear it...” Her ravings painted

voice cut through

the

It was not Mitchel’s.

of composure,

are you then?" "Me?" The man's voice carried a hint of

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

as if lightning had struck

she'd experienced recently now made

it to inhaling peculiar odors, but

child had to be Kyle’s,

numerous drugs to feign

if she carried the pregnancy to term,

of giving birth

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

bear to give birth to

you're

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

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

flicker of hope ignited within

family, she was her

if this lifeline was laced with venom,

fierce desire to confront Raegan, the root

was all due to that bitch!

Raegan made her timely visit to the villa

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

no response, she persisted, even attempting to call

dared to disturb

irritation, Bryce yanked open

tousled blue hair,

offered a calm

"You're up.

class.”

into you?" Flopping back onto the bed, he declared,

entered and began playing a pre- recorded

it with a book,

record prevented Bryce

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

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