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.

Raegan was

“I'm serious.

presence is my cure,"

nursing a

made Raegan's heart

wasn't a

heck was she supposed to cure him? Soon enough, a doctor strolled in,

wounds, Mitchel remained stoically silent, only occasionally furrowing

and said, "Young man,

has reopened twice

ICU for

taken aback

had reopened two times today? What the hell did Mitchel want to do? After

people are full of energy, but you have to be

opens one more time, the situation could get serious.” TO" Blushing with embarrassment, Raegan

is all my

nothing to do with her." The doctor teased with a smile,

let me scold your girlfriend now?" Raegan's face turned even

wasn't the doctor's fault for

were bite marks

to imagine how

on the bedside table and said, "That porridge

a lot of time and effort to cook something

much of it at the moment." The

still embarrassed over what had just

her head

listening to the voice message from

when Raegan played the voice

when he heard a

throat, he winced since he _ had accidentally pulled

this, Raegan hurriedly put down her phone,

"I feel like eating something.” "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

glanced at the

a moment ago? But she refrained from probing and was about to swap the cold bowl of porridge

while, then said,

pushed

subtle, Mitchel could still sense her

plenty of it.” Raegan wasn't sure what was going on in

didn't want her taking away the

"It's okay.

took the bowl and set it on

by himself, however, risked aggravating

Mitchel

furrowed his brow and

bear it any

bowl, put away the table,

fed him with

agreeable

someone like Mitchel, who was always domineering in front of other

sensed he was

over her swollen lips, and he murmured, "Yes, I want more." He then stared at

immediately blushed, and