Love Unbreakable

Chapter 340 She Actually Cares About Him!

A ripple of warmth welled up inside his heart, but Mitchel still acted tough.

“No need.

You can just help me rub some ointment on it."

"Fine.

There's medicine in the car, right?"

Raegan didn't feel the need to argue.

After all, in her eyes, applying some medicine to the person who had just saved her was no big deal.

Still holding Mitchel's wrist, Raegan started to lead him toward the door.

Victor started to chase after them, but before she could get a single word out, Matteo interrupted her, “Can't you read the room?"

Matteo frowned.

Annoyed, Victor glared at Matteo.

Matteo, unfazed, continued, "My boss got injured when he saved Raegan.

It makes sense for her to help him with his injury, does it not?"

Victor retorted, “Is Raegan a doctor or a nurse? Why should she be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just finding an excuse to lure her into his car?"

At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling he couldn't argue on that.

Mitchel never bothered to hide his intentions of remarrying Raegan by seizing every opportunity to get along with her.

Mitchel hoped that the whole world would know how he felt about Raegan! But as a seasoned assistant, Matteo knew what he should say.

Matteo coughed and said indignantly, "Mr.

Dixon isn't like that! He's a gentleman and wouldn't do anything to Raegan against her will.

Besides, his shoulder's injured.

He can't hurt her.

How dare you accuse him of having any ‘ulterior motives'?"

Matteo showcased his eloquence.

In fact, Mitchel wasn't mortally wounded.

Such a minor flesh wound on his shoulder was no big deal for him.

Matteo knew that Mitchel could still beat him up in the blink of an eye.

But he had to convince Victor that Mitchel was weak to reassure her.

Then, Matteo dragged Victor into another car and said, "Just sit here and watch.

You got nothing to worry about."

Meanwhile, in the car, Raegan stared at Mitchel's blood-soaked clothes, at a loss as to where to start.

In the end, she could only frown and suggest, "How about we just go to the hospital?"

"No need.

Just apply the medicine.

I'll be fine."

Mitchel knew his own body very well.

He didn't want to go to the hospital over such an injury.

Raegan pouted and whined, "Why don't you take yourself seriously?"

Despite the unmistakable grumble in her tone, her concern was still music to Mitchel's ears.

It turned out that she cared about him, albeit subconsciously.

that was

that perhaps he should've gotten injured

then, he came up with

throat and said gruffly, "I

take off my shirt to take care

"Uh..."

at

felt uncomfortable undressing any man,

reluctance, Mitchel’s eyes

“Forget it.

I'll do it myself."

his uninjured arm and clumsily

button was finally undone, he straightened his back and tried to shrug his

he let

seemed to

"Does it hurt?"

good to

Raegan yielded to a more subtle approach rather than a

raised his eyebrows and answered in a

pungent smell of blood

nedded, as though she had made up her mind

"Let me do it."

his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it

from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to

fingers to brush against the

every

a

was doing and looked up in a

wrong? Did I

low

at the part she had just touched and

"I...

I'm sorry,"

she stuttered embarrassedly.

"It's okay.

Go on..."

to make her heart race in

Raegan flushed even more.

particularly spacious with Mitchel's stout

false move from Raegan,

extra careful as she tried to take off his

shirt was half taken

on the back

to get a clearer

or I won't be

Mitchel obediently turned sideways.

see the wound, so she knelt one

was just tall enough

leather seat sank

the rearview mirror, Mitchel could see

watching her in the mirror,

the mirror, she could see herself kneeling down

posture looked incredibly

had to kneel on the seat so that I could get

curved upward into a gentle smile, but his eyes burned

"Do whatever you want."

These words...

he meant something

Raegan's face turned crimson.

didn't dare to speak her mind, lest she look like

sorry for him and yanked his shirt off

defined as his front, and now that his shirt was

breath and tried to focus on

the glass didn't

an obvious glass shard around two centimeters big wedged inside the

tweezers from the medical kit and warned,

about to take the glass shard

"Okay."

the tweezers and then blew on the wound out of

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