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

woman should be within his grasp, he

acknowledgment

himself increasingly invested in Raegan, a realization

him, women held little value, a sentiment rooted in the disdain

had given birth to him, only to neglect and mistreat

she lay dying from her excesses, he shed no tears,

she struggled

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

to consider it,"

was determined to rely on no one

a serene smile, Henley reassured,

abroad.” Raegan, unconvinced of the _ feasibility

one moment," she said before retrieving the gifts

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

mother gave them to

Raegan, insistent, refused to accept what she

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

rejection inflicted

supposed to

Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to

Hospital of

herself confined in a pitch-black

contained a stench reminiscent of decay, a grim reminder

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

for yet

Triclinium, she protested her sanity vehemently,

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,

time, Lauren learned to

she clung to the idea of escape, consumed with the desire

mind, had Raegan not interfered, she would have already been Mitchel's

groaned open, and a shadowy figure entered with an

his features, allowing Lauren only the faintest impression

she

by a sharp

leather shoes.

scream, coupled with the fluffy touch, made her

her horror, she realized she had crushed

Lauren shrieked uncontrollably,

beg

You owe me, Mitchel.

her will be your

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

voice

Lauren registered the

It was not Mitchel’s.

a shred of composure, she demanded, "You're not

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

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

Lauren felt as if lightning had

illness she'd experienced recently now

it to inhaling peculiar odors, but

had to

had administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to

pregnancy to

very notion of giving birth to this

man before

can't bear to give birth to

this moment, you're

or a freak, it might just restore your former

you truly restore my old life?" "Yes." With that, he departed, the resounding

of hope

her family, she was her own

lifeline was laced with venom, she was desperate to

a fierce desire to confront Raegan, the root of her woes in her

that bitch! "Damn that bitch

her timely visit to

maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence

she persisted, even attempting to call

one dared to disturb

irritation, Bryce yanked open the

about?” Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce had clearly

a calm

"You're up.

class.”

Flopping back onto the bed, he declared, "Teach whomever you

entered and began playing a pre-

settled beside it with a book, immersing herself

record prevented Bryce from

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

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