Love Unbreakable

Are You Here To Cut Ties With Me Mitchel pressed his lips against Raegan's, and Raegan felt a chill enveloping her as his cold fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth.

At the same time, Mitchel's grip on her wrist tightened, showing no signs of easing up.

Raegan hesitated to resist too strongly, her heart ablaze with anxiety.

Her heart raced in her chest, forced to endure his aggressive kiss.

In her mind, a single thought echoed.

There was something wrong with Mitchel.

He disregarded his reopened wound and stopped her from calling for doctors for medical treatment.

Gradually, a faint scent of rust pierced through the cold air, signaling the presence of blood.

Raegan was losing her composure as she grappled with the chaos in her mind.

Mitchel's tongue still dominated hers, every move pulling her deeper into his embrace.

Their eyes met, and they continued kissing as they looked at each other.

One desperately wanted to escape to call for medical treatment for the reopened wound, while the other was determined to etch the moment into memory.

Finally, he loosened his grip for a moment, and Raegan seized the opportunity to bite his lower lip to stop him without hesitation.

Mitchel winced in pain and released her.

But he maintained his predatory gaze, looking at her like a fierce wolf eyeing its prey.

Ignoring his intense stare, Raegan pressed the call bell, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

She half-squatted down to check Mitchel’s reopened wound while waiting for the medical treatment.

However, she couldn't help but become furious and worried when she saw the severity of his wound.

The blood was seeping out even quicker now.

In a mix of frustration and concern, she shouted, "Mitchel! What's wrong with you?” It was as if he were playing with his own life.

Meanwhile, Mitchel lay on the floor, seemingly unconcerned about the blood on his chest.

However, he wore an indifferent expression on his handsome and charming face.

His thin lips had even turned red as if he had found a miraculous cure.

He chuckled hoarsely.

"Yes, you are right.

Something is wrong with me.” Raegan's face reflected her worry, not intending to provoke him but infuriated that Mitchel didn't take his health seriously.

However, it seemed her concern was unnecessary.

Mitchel raised an eyebrow, chuckling.

“And you are my cure.” "What? Mitchel Dixon! You!” Raegan was beyond exasperated by his words.

How could he make light of the situation? He really deserved it! Looking at Raegan's nervous expression, Mitchel couldn't help but smile.

sensed Raegan was still his

“I'm serious.

presence is my cure,"

seemed he was nursing a serious

voice made Raegan's heart skip a

Raegan wasn't

a doctor strolled in, taking

attended to Mitchel’s wounds, Mitchel remained stoically

sighed and said, "Young man, please take your condition

wound has reopened

and you might find yourself in the ICU for an extended stay.” The doctor meant

aback

hell did Mitchel want to do? After giving

I get that young people are full of energy, but you have to

get serious.” TO" Blushing with embarrassment, Raegan was about to explain,

is all

with a smile, "You were in pain earlier yet you kept

me scold your girlfriend now?" Raegan's face turned even redder at the

wasn't the doctor's fault for

marks around

hard to imagine how intense

eyed the porridge on the bedside table and said, "That

time and effort to cook

much of it at the

stood by the bed, still embarrassed over what had

she lowered her

listening to the voice message from Nicole,

up when Raegan

better when he

winced since he _ had accidentally pulled at his

Raegan hurriedly put down her phone, thinking he needed

"What do you want? I'll ask Matteo to grab it for you.” Mitchel turned his head and raised his chin as he asked, “Isn't there something already on the table?" He was gesturing toward

glanced at the

from probing and was about to swap the cold bowl of porridge for a warm one

while, then said,

gently pushed his

subtle, Mitchel could

Raegan wasn't sure what was going

her taking away the cold

"It's okay.

He took the bowl and set it on the

however,

hurt, but Mitchel made no

just furrowed his brow and endured in

couldn't bear

the table, and

she fed

Mitchel was more agreeable than before,

to describe someone like Mitchel, who was always

was trying to please

"Do you want more?" Mitchel's dark eyes roamed over her swollen lips, and he murmured, "Yes, I want more." He then stared at her with

and