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 him

should be within his grasp,

a reluctant acknowledgment

invested in Raegan, a realization that soured

women held little value, a sentiment rooted in

neglect and mistreat him as if he were a

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

observed, impassive, as she struggled

content at home.” Despite

to consider

yet was determined to rely

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

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

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

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave them to

accept what she felt was not

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

Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an

supposed to be

responded indifferently, his attention shifting back

Triclinium Hospital of

found herself confined in a pitch-black

airtight seal contained a stench reminiscent of decay, a grim reminder of death's

to suppress her disgust

grim 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 her delusion, and subjected her to a rigorous regime, two hours

learned to

the idea of escape, consumed with the desire to confront

Raegan not interfered,

the heavy iron door groaned open, and a shadowy

obscured his features, allowing

be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she rushed to embrace

be repelled by a sharp kick from

leather shoes.

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

her horror, she realized she had crushed a

soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably,

beg you,

You owe me, Mitchel.

me for her

will end Raegan, I swear it...” Her ravings

a disdainful voice cut through the

the unfamiliar, yet melodic

It was not Mitchel’s.

of composure, she demanded, "You're not

are you then?" "Me?" The man's

save you.” Lauren, puzzled, echoed, "Save me? But why?” Instead of answering, the man posed a question, “Are you aware that you're pregnant?"

as if lightning had struck

persistent illness she'd experienced recently now made

odors,

child had to be Kyle’s, that

drugs to feign illness,

to term, the baby would be

notion of giving birth to

her knees, she implored the young man before her, "Please,

can't bear to give birth to

this moment, you're keeping the

freak, it might just restore your former glory.”

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

flicker of hope ignited within

she was her own

laced with

confront Raegan, the

bitch! "Damn that bitch

timely visit

attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence upstairs and

no response, she persisted, even attempting

to disturb

irritation, Bryce yanked open the

Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce had clearly just

a calm

"You're up.

for your class.” Bryce rolled

you?" Flopping back onto the bed,

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

it with a book, immersing herself in

Bryce from returning to

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

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