Love Unbreakable

It Takes Two To Tango When Kyle heard Lauren's request, his jaw practically hit the floor.

He shoved her away and protested, "I agreed to help you find out about Mr.

Dixon's schedule, but there's no way I'll do something like this for you.

If Mr. Dixon ever finds out, I'm toast.” Raegan had taught him a lot when they were colleagues.

She was patient with him and even gave him advice on how to work with Mr. Dixon.

If it was not for her guidance, he would not have been promoted and able to work under Matteo.

However, Lauren's recent request crossed a line.

There was no way he would compromise his principles, especially not for something that could harm Raegan.

Lauren's mood plummeted.

Pissed after being pushed by Kyle, she slapped him across the face, leaving a red imprint on his cheek.

"So what's it gonna be? You wanna go to prison?" she warned.

Kyle's resolve wavered.

He was the breadwinner for his family, and prison was not an option.

"Fine, I'll help you for the last time," he muttered under his breath.

Lauren silently laughed at Kyle's stupidity.

Once he walked into her trap, she would hold on to him as long as he proved useful.

This man thought that this was a one-time favor? What an idiot.

Lauren brushed Kyle's chest in a seductive manner and enticed him.

"Kyle, I'm not quite satisfied yet.

Let's continue, shall we?" As she reached orgasm, Lauren's face twisted in a macabre blend of delight, hate, and_ sheer malevolence.

Just you wait, Raegan.

That was what Lauren had in mind.

As soon as they arrived in Tenassie, Raegan made a beeline for a flower shop and picked up a large bouquet.

Then, she headed straight for the cupcake shop.

The shop owner recognized Raegan immediately.

It was not every day that someone as stunning as Raegan walked in.

The shop owner handed over the box of cupcakes with a smile.

"Here you go, miss.

This cake was just baked this morning, and the other one’s on us.

Red bean is your favorite, right? They're all yours, and | hope you enjoy them instead of crying.” When Mitchel heard the owner's words, he felt a little flustered.

He reached for his card and said, "Please, charge it to this." The shop owner awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, sir.

We only accept cash." "Don't worry about it.

I got this." Raegan whipped out her wallet and settled the bill.

When the shop owner handed the change to Raegan, she could not help but remark, "Is this handsome man your boyfriend? You two look like you're made for each other." Raegan did not answer and merely offered an awkward nod.

Back in the car, Mitchel was in high spirits and even confidently said, "You see? That shop owner has a good taste!" Raegan was at a loss for words.

In response, she just closed her eyes and said nothing.

Not long after, they pulled up at the graveyard.

Raegan laid the bouquet and cupcakes in front of her grandmother's tombstone and knelt down.

In the photo mounted on the stone, her grandmother was beaming with happiness.

Then, like a quiet storm, tears started to roll down Raegan’s cheeks.

"Grandma, I promise you that I will live a good life as you wished," she said between sobs.

Mitchel, too, knelt beside her and bowed three times toward the tombstone.

"Grandma, I give you my word that I'll take good care of Raegan." Raegan found his words odd.

Actually, Mitchel was so wired today.

Just yesterday, he was so livid that he almost strangled her to death.

But now here he was, acting all sweet and concerned in front of her grandmother's grave.

As they were leaving the graveyard, Raegan asked Mitchel to give her a lift and said, "You can head back.

I'm staying here tonight." Though her uncle had sold her grandmother's house, she had managed to rent it.

But she hadn't been back in ages.

Therefore, she planned to stay overnight here.

Mitchel asked where she was headed.

After she told him the address, he drove her there and got out of the car with her.

When Raegan opened the door, a musty smell greeted them.

Mitchel wrinkled his nose and asked incredulously, "You're staying here for the night?" Raegan shrugged it off.

“Yeah.

I'll just keep the doors and windows open for a while, and it'll be fine." Before she could step inside, Mitchel grabbed her arm.

"You can't stay here.

If you want to stay in town, I'll book you a hotel room.” Stubborn as she was, Raegan shook off his grip.

"I'm staying.

Why don't you just mind your own business?" This place was full of cherished memories from her childhood.

Mitchel would not understand that.

"This place is damp, dirty, and crawling with germs, and you're pregnant,” he reminded her.

Raegan could not keep calm anymore and snapped, "Mitchel, you really don't have to go to all this trouble.” Mitchel's enthusiasm deflated like a punctured balloon.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you saying?" "You don't have to pretend that you care about the baby.” "Pretend to care about the baby?” Mitchel echoed.

His expression turned stormy, and anger flickered in his eyes.

"Isn't it true?” Raegan retorted.

He had been so against the baby, and he had even tried to make her get an abortion.

Even after she had told him it was his, he did not believe her.

So, she could not see the point in his pretending to care now.

Mitchel looked at her, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"Raegan, don't push me too hard." He did not drive for hours just to get into a spat with her.

Raegan could not fathom why Mitchel felt she was making things difficult for him.

Why should she listen to him all the damn time? Even when it came to their unborn child, it felt like she had no voice.

She had had enough of living such a suffocating life.

"Mitchel, who's really pushing it here? Why not go comfort your damsel in distress who fell down the stairs? It takes two to tango, you know.

I never asked you to stay." "So you've been biting your tongue to seek justice for Henley, right?" Mitchel sneered.

"Think what you want.

I don't care,” Raegan retorted without offering any explanation.

Livid, blue veins stood out on his temples, and Mitchel stared at her with his bloodshot eyes.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen and found it was Lauren calling again.

Annoyed as hell, he took the call right in front of Raegan.

"What's up, Lauren?" Lauren's voice, which was choked with sobs, came through.

She complained about feeling terrible and begged him to come see her.

As he talked on the phone, Mitchel's eyes met Raegan's.

Her indifference stung him more than he would like to admit.

He ended the call and, without a word, turned and walked away.

As his car sped off, the phone he had intended to give Raegan slipped from his pocket.

In a fit of anger, Mitchel rolled down the window and chucked the phone into the river.

Why should he give the phone to her? So she could use it to call another man? Once Mitchel had left, Raegan felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

She rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning the floor.

Then, she took the quilt out to the balcony to air out its musty smell.

The moment the house hit the market, Raegan rented it for three years and hoped to save money to buy it back.

Because of this, the interiors had not changed a bit from when she and her grandmother lived here.

Although the place had seen better days, it felt warm and familiar.

About an hour or so, Raegan cooked noodles for dinner.

After eating, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever.

She mentally kicked herself for forgetting to buy a new phone. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Living without a phone felt like living without an arm.

As she began to drift off, the lights suddenly cut out.

Raegan jumped.

Thinking it was just a general power outage, she groped around for her flashlight.

Once she found it, she peered out of her window and saw lights twinkling in the distance.

From the looks of it, her house was the only one that had a power failure.

Just then, she heard a rustling sound coming from outside.

Assuming it might just be her imagination playing tricks on her, she held her breath and listened.

A second later, the noise grew louder and louder.

It sounded like someone was trying to pick the lock.

Regan broke out in a cold sweat, and she felt the hair on her arms stand on end.