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

be within his

acknowledgment gnawed

Raegan, a realization

women held little value, a sentiment

to him, only to neglect and mistreat him as

dying from her excesses, he shed no tears, nor did he

as she struggled through her final

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

ready to consider it," she

ambitions to venture abroad, yet was determined

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

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

said before retrieving the gifts Gerda had given her and

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

gave them

yours." Raegan, insistent, refused to accept

drained from Henley's

memory of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted

to be like

her? Interrupted by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to

Hospital of

found herself confined

airtight seal contained a stench reminiscent of decay, a grim

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

her penance for yet another

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

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" via film, designed to cement her

time, Lauren learned to play along with

idea of escape, consumed with the desire to

Raegan not interfered, she would have

groaned open, and a shadowy figure entered with an effortless

sealed from the outside world, obscured his features, allowing Lauren only

she rushed to embrace the

by a sharp kick from polished

leather shoes.

fluffy touch, made

To her horror, she realized she had crushed a

and soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling

I beg

You owe me, Mitchel.

for her will

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

voice cut

registered the unfamiliar, yet

It was not Mitchel’s.

a shred of composure, she demanded,

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

Lauren, puzzled, echoed, "Save me? But why?” Instead of answering, the man posed a

felt as if lightning had

illness she'd experienced

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

to

numerous drugs to feign illness,

the pregnancy to term, the

notion of giving birth to

she implored the young man before her, "Please,

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

you're

just restore your former glory.” Lauren's

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

flicker of hope ignited within

her family, she was her own

with venom,

desire to confront Raegan, the root

bitch! "Damn that

timely visit to the

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

she persisted, even attempting to call

one dared to

in irritation, Bryce yanked

Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce had clearly just

a calm

"You're up.

your class.” Bryce rolled his

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

participate.” Undeterred, Raegan entered and began playing

then settled beside it with a book, immersing herself in

record prevented Bryce from

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

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