Love Unbreakable

In an instant, the images suddenly overlapped.

Mitchel swallowed hard as past memories flashed through his mind.

Just like those days five years past, Mitchel and Raegan's dynamic mirrored that last rendezvous.

One yearned for a divorce while the other clung to the marriage.

At that precise moment, a waiter strolled past, balancing a tray of dishes in hand.

Mitchel swiftly extended his arm, fearing the waiter might accidentally collide with Raegan.

But Raegan, on pure instinct, evaded his grasp, stepping back abruptly.

Her slender waist met the table's corner, drawing a furrowed brow and a muffled groan from her.

Mitchel's breath hitched, his han suspended in the air.

Withdrawing his hand, he concealed the ache in his heart and inquired, "Is your aversion for me that intense?" Her disdain for him ran so deep that she'd rather hurt herself than let him touch her.

Mitchel's attractive eyes reddened slightly, his wounded expression holding a strangely captivating allure.

Raegan lifted her eyes, a sharp edge in her words.

"Certainly, Mr. Dixon! My loathing against you surpasses your wildest imagination." Coupled with the disdain in her gaze, Raegan's words were like an unforgiving sword mercilessly piercing Mitchel.

Emotions be damned.

Raegan disregarded his feelings and spoke up.

"Since you have nothing of substance | to contribute, kindly step aside: T wari.

to go." Mitchel's gaze darkened as he stood his ground, a formidable mountain barring her path.

"Mr. Dixon?" Raegan exclaimed annoyingly.

"Why?" Mitchel's voice carried an enduring chill.

"What?" Raegan inquired.

"Why harbor such an intense hatred toward me?" Mitchel's countenance turned icy as he meticulously recollected.

Since Raegan's return, their encounters had been fleeting, happening only two or three times.

Raegan possessed no recollection of him due to the car incident.

Hence, Mitchel couldn't fathom the depth of her loathing.

For a moment, a peculiar notion crept in.

He wondered if Raegan feigned amnesia to evade him.

Raegan perceived Mitchel's thought process as a deviation from the norm.

"I detest being coerced

it's not just because

very first moment we crossed paths." Raegan assumed her memory loss played a

and instinctive

had provided scant details regarding events preceding

awareness of the turbulent life she once led,

the veins on

"I am your husband." B His implication rested on the premise that he possessed the right to draw near

in his

that I've lost my memory about

no different from the strangers passing by."

gripping her wrist

to resist and found herself

| with force, the echo of the lock reverberating through the

pressed Raegan against the wall,

while the other

the inviting fragrance of Mitchel's cologne, permeating

evident, causing a sensation of suffocation to

back to reality,

demanding, "Mitchel! What are you up to

waist remained unyielding, impervious to

unable to free herself from his

a fit of anger and

yelled, her voice edged with

head, his gaze carrying a dangerous

a

remained utterly speechless, opting

she found herself ensnared,

on her waist tightened as if he intended

escaped Raegan, and

you lost your mind?" Raegan's anger had permeated deep into her heart, fueling an urge to vent her frustration even if it meant biting

in silence for an extended moment, his

I really mean nothing to you?" He spoke in a

responded sternly, "Even if you ask a hundred times, the answer is still yes." A

eyes narrowed slightly, giving him

Raegan requested calmly, having taken a deep breath to steady

: angrier she became, the more control he

are you?" Raegan posed her question with a mocking

horny, I can find you some prostitutes.” Raegan intentionally belittled Mitchel,

even colder,

you believe I'm horny for women?" His voice grew icy,

heart

tricks had evidently

on, her tone nonchalant, "You're reading too

don't even know

a woman in your life." — In her eyes,

Raegan rubbed

an inscrutable