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.

that moment, he sensed Raegan was still his and only

“I'm serious.

presence is my cure,"

nursing

voice made

Raegan wasn't

doctor strolled in,

to Mitchel’s wounds, Mitchel remained stoically silent,

doctor sighed and said, "Young

has reopened

and you might find yourself in the ICU for an extended

however, was taken aback

the hell did Mitchel want to do?

are full

your boyfriend's chest opens one more time, the situation could get serious.” TO"

this is

her." The doctor teased with a smile, "You were in pain earlier yet you

scold your girlfriend now?" Raegan's face

doctor's fault for having the wrong

marks

hard to imagine how intense

bedside table and said, "That porridge

take a lot of time and effort to cook something like

take too much of it at the moment." The

bed, still embarrassed over

her

listening to the voice message from Nicole, Raegan texted

when Raegan played

much better when

his throat, he winced since he _ had

this, Raegan hurriedly put down her phone, thinking he needed

you need? I'll get it for you." Mitchel smiled and said, "I feel like eating something.” "What do you want? I'll ask Matteo to grab it for

glanced at

down just a moment ago? But she refrained from probing and was about to swap the cold bowl of porridge for a warm one with a fresh set of tableware

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

pushed his hand

Mitchel could still sense her

sure what was going

her taking

"It's okay.

all.” He took the bowl and set it on the

by himself, however, risked

Mitchel made

just furrowed his brow and endured in

Raegan couldn't bear it

grabbed the bowl, put away the table, and

fed him

Mitchel was more agreeable than before,

was always domineering in front of other people

he was

finished a bowl of porridge, Raegan asked casually, "Do you want more?" Mitchel's dark eyes roamed over her swollen lips, and he murmured, "Yes, I want more." He

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