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.

might not be a match for him

should be within his grasp,

reluctant acknowledgment

in Raegan,

women held little value, a sentiment rooted in the

him, only to neglect

dying from her excesses, he shed no tears,

as she struggled through

a justification, "I sense you're not content at

to consider it," she

to venture abroad, yet was determined to

smile, Henley reassured, "There's

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

she said before retrieving the gifts Gerda had given her

Henley declined, "No, Raegan.

Take them.

gave them to

accept what she felt was not

drained from Henley's expression,

memory of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an unfamiliar ache

to be

a genuine interest in her? Interrupted by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to Raegan's window, "Let her

Hospital

confined

a stench reminiscent of

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

grim reality was her penance for yet another thwarted attempt

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" via

learned to

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

Raegan not interfered, she

day, the heavy iron door groaned open, and a shadowy figure entered with an

outside world, obscured his features, allowing Lauren only

be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she rushed to embrace the

a sharp kick from polished

leather shoes.

coupled with the fluffy touch, made her roll on

her horror, she realized she

soiled, Lauren shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward in

beg you,

You owe me, Mitchel.

me for her will be

swear it...” Her

disdainful voice cut through

the unfamiliar, yet melodic

It was not Mitchel’s.

of composure, she demanded, "You're not

"Me?" The man's

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

Lauren felt as if lightning had struck

illness she'd experienced recently

peculiar odors,

to

drugs to feign illness,

carried the pregnancy to term, the baby

very notion of

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

to

moment, you're

freak, it might just restore

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

hope

her family, she was her own

this lifeline was laced with venom, she was

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

bitch!

visit to the villa

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

no response, she persisted, even attempting to call

to disturb

in irritation, Bryce

tousled blue hair, Bryce had clearly

a calm

"You're up.

your class.” Bryce rolled his

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

participate.” Undeterred, Raegan entered and began playing

a book,

Bryce

you recite that farther away?” Ignoring him, Raegan continued, prompting Bryce to

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