Love Unbreakable

If You Dare To Run Again, I'll Break Your Legs Very well? What did Mitchel mean by that? Jocelyn and Lauren exchanged a puzzled glance, but neither dared to say a word.

They could not fathom what Mitchel was trying to say.

At last, Mitchel broke the silence.

"One slap for each word.

Kyle, do it exactly as I said.

Don't skip a single word." "Mitchel!" Lauren cried out, her voice tinged with fear.

She was shocked.

She never imagined Mitchel would go to such lengths to defend Raegan.

To her, harming Jocelyn was like a slap in her own face.

If she let Mitchel beat Jocelyn, standing as Mitchel’s equal would be off the table from here on out.

Therefore, she would not allow it to happen.

Absolutely not! Suddenly, with a resounding thud, Jocelyn fell to her knees in front of Mitchel and implored, "Mr.

Dixon, I know I was wrong.

I had no right to bully Miss Hayes.

Please, I'm begging you, forgive me." "I don't think you get it.” Mitchel stared at Jocelyn with a piercing gaze, which grew intense by the second, and continued, "Raegan is my wife.

No one gets to mess with her.” Though his voice sounded indifferent, it carried a lot of weight.

Lauren's expression shifted in an instant.

She sensed that Mitchel's words were not just aimed at teaching Jocelyn a lesson.

He was also firing a warning shot her way.

Damn it! This was all Raegan's fault! At this moment, Lauren held back the fury and hatred in her eyes and tearfully said, "Mitchel, Jocelyn has been like a mother to me.

She's been taking care of me since the day I was born.

And she's in her sixties now.

A slap could be dangerous for her.

Is that what you want? Could you please show some mercy?" Mitchel looked into Lauren's eyes, his own cold and unforgiving.

"Lauren, maybe it’s time for you to change your maid.

Keeping her around could tarnish the Murray family’s name.” A look of shock, disbelief, and confusion flashed across Lauren's face.

She never thought Mitchel, who had always fulfilled her every need, would ignore her plead and say something so callous.

Did he not care about her anymore? Mitchel averted his eyes and took Raegan's hand.

Noticing Raegan's reddened palm, he frowned and asked with concern, "Didn't I tell you to leave everything to me? Does it hurt?" Caught off guard, Raegan was stunned for a few seconds and then

shook her head in response.

“I'm fine.

It doesn't hurt.” Mitchel cradled her hand with one hand and caressed her head with the other.

"Let's go home.” "Alright," Raegan meekly responded.

There was a single strand of hair resting around her neck.

With a gentle motion, Mitchel brushed away the stray hair, and, hand in hand, they walked away.

The sound of a slap echoed sharply as Jocelyn struck her own face, all under Kyle's watchful eye.

She had to hit herself hard to meet Mitchel's stipulation.

She did not dare to skimp on the force, not with her son's future at stake.

As Mitchel and Raegan disappeared into the distance, a feeling lke a knife stabbing her heart gripped Lauren.

Still, she was confident Mitchel would not actually abandon her.

Bang! Suddenly, Lauren sprang from her wheelchair as though intending to chase after Mitchel, but she seemed to have lost her balance and tumbled to the ground.

She looked pathetic.

"Mitchel..." Lauren wailed.

She was convinced that her distressed state would bring him back to her.

As Lauren expected, Mitchel paused in his tracks.

He glanced at Raegan, let go of her hand, and said, "Hold on a sec." With that, he strode quickly back toward Lauren.

As Lauren lay on the floor with eyes brimming with tears, she watched as Mitchel approached her.

From the looks of it, her trick had worked.

She suppressed a satisfied smile and whined, "Mitchel...

It hurts...

It hurts so much..." To sell the act, she had actually allowed herself to fall hard.

Now, with her elbow scraped and bleeding, she did look genuinely miserable.

Mitchel did not hesitate.

He squatted down, scooped Lauren off the ground, and ordered Kyle to open the car door for them.

As she clung to his neck, Lauren shot a triumphant smile at Raegan, who was standing behind them.

She looked at Raegan contemptuously.

It was as if she were boasting to Raegan that she had won Mitchel’s heart because he would never leave her side.

Outside, a strong wind blew, and Raegan felt her hand, which Mitchel had just warmed, grow cold again.

She stood there like an outsider.

She saw with her own eyes just how deeply Mitchel cared for Lauren.

Of course, she also caught the smug smile on Lauren's face as she was nestled in his arms.

If this had happened before, her heart would have shattered into a million pieces.

But now, she felt strangely indifferent.

Perhaps it was because she had given it her all, or maybe she had grown used to Mitchel's absence for Lauren's sake.

Either way, maybe it was for the best.

Raegan hugged herself against the cold, turned around, and walked away alone.

When she got home, she was so exhausted she went straight upstairs and strode over to the suitcase she had already packed. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Just as she grasped the handle, a large hand stopped her.

Next thing she knew, she felt a strong grip around her waist from behind.

"Where are you going?” Mitchel's deep voice resonated above her head.

Raegan was stunned to hear him.

Hadn't he just left to be with Lauren? Mitchel tightened his hold around Raegan's waist and spun her around to face him.

His eyes were narrowed, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

"It looks like I need to find a way to keep you here.” Otherwise, Raegan would probably run away at any moment.

As for Mitchel, well, he was not shy about his desire to keep her close.

Raegan instinctively took a step back and looked him straight in the eye.

"What that maid said was right.

I did scold Lauret for playing the role of a mistress.

If you feel bad for her, you should go comfort her.” She was not a fan of lying.

Furthermore, she never intended to deny her actions or her words.

If Mitchel wanted to punish her for it, then so be it.

However, Mitchel's eyes were like a bottomless lake, impossible to read.

Without waiting for his response, Raegan reached for the suitcase handle again.

Being in a stalemate with him was torture.

Just as she was about to take a step, Mitchel grasped her chin, yanked her toward him, and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.

For a moment, Raegan felt like she could not breathe.

Mitchel's kisses had always been intense, mirroring his assertive and dominant nature, even in the bedroom.

Eventually, Raegan had had enough.

With her face flushed, she pushed against him with all her might.

Mitchel loosened his grip and asked, "Is that enough for you?" "What are you talking about?" Raegan shot back, baffled.

"Does this satisfy you?" Mitchel’s voice was raspy yet clear and pleasant to the ears.

This momentarily mesmerized Raegan.

Soon after, her face turned as red as a tomato.

Mitchel's eyes sparkled.

He swiftly grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the door, and resumed what he was doing just now.

Before locking lips with her again, he whispered, “If you even think about running away again, I'll make sure you can't walk.” "Hmm...

Stop it...” However, her protests fell on Mitchel's deaf ears.

Her soft lips were completely sealed by his, and their lips and tongues were entangled.

This left Raegan mumbling incoherently.

At last, Mitchel broke the kiss.

Raegan, however, was a little worse for wear.

Her blouse was in disarray and subtle kiss marks graced her collarbone.

She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

As for Mitchel, desire seemed to cast itself over his eyes.

He scooped Raegan up and stepped back to sit on the bed.

Instead of setting her down, he kept holding her in his arms.

In this position, their faces were nearly level, making it all too easy for him to nibble on her earlobe.

The moment his lips made contact with the tender skin of her ear, Raegan felt a sensation akin to ants scurrying over her heart.

It felt ticklish and too intense to bear.

She clenched her hands into his shirt and put some space between them, but she could not mask the flicker of panic in her eyes.

Mitchel picked up on her unease.

He placed a hand on the back of her neck and gently yet insistently pulled her closer.

As Raegan averted her gaze, he shifted his own focus to the vulnerable skin just below her ear and sucked on it with deliberate force.

At the same time, his chest bumped against hers as if to chastise her.

This made Raegan's face flush a deep red, but she dared not move.

Her only option was to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him.

Just then, the jarring buzz of a phone shattered the electric tension between them.

Annoyed, Mitchel considered ignoring it.

However, when Raegan noticed Kyle's name flash on the screen, she nudged him softly.

"It's Kyle." With a raised eyebrow, Mitchel picked up the call and heard Kyle's anxious voice on the other end.

"Mr.

Dixon, Miss Murray fainted."