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

“I'm serious.

my cure," he

was nursing a

and gentle voice made Raegan's heart

wasn't

Soon enough, a doctor strolled in, taking a deep breath at the

wounds, Mitchel

sighed and said, "Young man, please

wound has reopened twice

for an extended stay.” The doctor meant well, but Mitchel offered no

was taken aback when she heard

times today? What the hell did Mitchel want to do? After giving Mitchel a well-deserved scolding, the doctor turned to

I get that young people are full of

could get serious.” TO"

is all my

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

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

fault for

were bite marks around Mitchel’s

hard to imagine how intense things

bedside table

time

take too much of it at the moment."

stood by the bed, still embarrassed over

her head to check

message from Nicole, Raegan texted

when Raegan played

better when he heard a

he _ had

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 something already on the table?" He was gesturing toward the porridge cooked by

at

about to swap the cold bowl of porridge for a warm one with a

and said, "It’s still edible.” Raegan hesitated for a while, then

gently pushed

Mitchel could still

wasn't sure what was going on in Mitchel’s

her taking away the

"It's okay.

all.” He took the bowl and set it on

however, risked

hurt, but Mitchel made no

furrowed his brow and endured in

bear it any

put away the

she fed him

was more agreeable than

inappropriate to describe someone like Mitchel, who was always domineering in front of other people

he was trying to please

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

immediately blushed, and her ears