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 a

that perhaps he

came up with

his throat and said gruffly, "I can't use my

off my shirt to take

"Uh..."

at

felt uncomfortable undressing any man,

her reluctance, Mitchel’s eyes

“Forget it.

I'll do it myself."

and clumsily tried

back and

let out

to notice his

"Does it hurt?"

was good to admit one's

yielded to a more subtle approach rather than

raised his eyebrows and answered

smell of

and nedded, as though she had made up

"Let me do it."

barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it back

Raegan lowered her head to keep from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to search for

for her soft fingers to brush against the man’s

every part

a

stopped what she was doing

Did I

low voice, "You touched the wrong

had just

"I...

I'm sorry,"

she stuttered embarrassedly.

"It's okay.

Go on..."

seemed to make her heart

Raegan flushed even more.

interior wasn't particularly

from Raegan, and she could hurt

sure to be extra careful as

his shirt was half

on the back of

stand up to get a clearer view of the

won't be able

Mitchel obediently turned sideways.

knelt one knee on the seat to prop

straight, she was just tall enough to

to lean forward, and the leather seat sank a little underneath

mirror, Mitchel

was watching her in the

see herself kneeling down behind him, her hand resting on his

posture looked

kneel on the seat so that I could get a better

curved upward into a gentle smile, but

"Do whatever you want."

These words...

he meant

Raegan's face turned crimson.

her mind, lest she look

feeling sorry for him and

well defined as his front, and now that his shirt was fully off, his pheromones wafted

and tried to focus on the wound, ignoring his extraordinary

the glass didn't go

was an obvious glass shard around two centimeters big

took out the tweezers from the

take the

"Okay."

pulled the broken glass out with the tweezers and then blew on the wound out

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