Love Unbreakable

Henley gently brushed away Raegan's tears with his fingertips and softly said, “If 1 had known it was you, 1 would've come for you earlier.

You mean so much to me.

Do you know that?" In the depths of Henley's abyss-like past, only Raegan had made him feel alive.

Raegan's tears didn't cease.

Henley's words were enigmatic and beyond her comprehension.

Her thoughts wandered over the people outside.

Thinking of them, she raised her voice and shouted as loudly as she could, “Help! Help...” Henley swiftly covered her mouth, muffling her cries.

Then, he let out a bone-chilling laughter.

"No one will hear you.

And if by chance they do, they won't intervene.” In Raegan's heart, despair took root.

Henley had meticulously planned.

In other words, it was a trap for Raegan.

Henley pressed his index finger against Raegan's lips and whispered, "Be a good girl and give yourself to me.

I promise I'll be better than Mitchel.” Even though he hadn't had sexual intercourse with women before, he had learned several techniques after realizing Raegan was the one for him.

He would be mindful of her feelings and was confident he wouldn't do anything less than satisfactory.

But as Henley pressed on her again, Raegan, gripped by panic, blurted out, "Henley, do you like me?" With a fire blazing in his eyes, Henley resolutely answered, "I like you.

| want all of you." Raegan sensed his unwavering determination, yet she tried to reason with him.

"If you really like me, you should respect me, not force me.” Henley's eyes darkened, and he muttered, “Since 1 was a child, things | liked would always be discarded by others.

From that on, I understand one thing.

If you want something, you must do whatever it takes to have it.” “It's not like that,” Raegan countered.

"If you force me, I will hate you.

Do you want that?” Henley paused for a beat and said in a low voice, “I don't want you to hate me.” Raegan seized the opportunity and continued, “I don't like you.

If you force me, I will hate you and wish for you to die.” “Do you like Mitchel?” Henley asked out of nowhere.

With a low and magnetic voice, he bitterly asked, “Is he better than me?" Raegan closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm not interested in anyone.” “You little liar," Henley scoffed.

"You like him.” During their conversation, Raegan noticed a brief lapse in Henley's attention and decided to seize this opportunity.

With that, she lifted her knee and struck him in the part where it hurt the most.

in pain and unconsciously loosened

Raegan took her chance.

away and

turned pale, and his forehead

had stepped right

leaped away from

on purpose, and that was why she hit him on his

wounds, still healing,

gushed out, soaking his

not a

had done

looked directly at Henley, whose face was a mask

that again, and I'll make sure you end up behind bars." As soon as she said these words, she

then, the secretary and

at

shall we let her leave?” Raegan's

anticipated that Henley had

think, he was actually

support,

sweat from his brow, his hand smeared blood across his face, adding

his gentle demeanor, and

until tomorrow to think

not make it until

the secretary came in with a medicine box to tend

carefully cut open the

cleaned the wound with an alcohol swab, her touch

thought Henley had no

wondered if she might have

thought, she became even more attentive in her actions, subtly brushing her chest against

inexperienced in intimacy,

gaze, “Do you

on his cheekbone even enhanced

face, she murmured,

needs." Henley remained quiet,

her jawline, and

succumbed to the sexual tension

it on her plump

and suddenly tightened his grip on

secretary realized

panic, she flailed and

Henley’s grip

rolled back, and desperate

Henley forcefully shoved the secretary away, who

second, blood gushed from the back of

eyes appeared as though they were tainted by the most

your place!”