Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Mitchel Genuinely Cares "Who'll pay me money?" the driver yelled.

Just then, Matteo stepped in to defuse the situation and told the driver, "Sir, please come with me." Sitting in the back seat, Raegan felt she was in a daze.

The crack of thunder overhead made her shivered.

She thought she had come to terms with Mitchel and Lauren being in a relationship.

However, seeing them in bed together had devastated her to the point of near madness.

How pathetic she was! She had even tried to trick herself into thinking it was okay.

How ironic it was that her life was like this.

Raegan had promised herself that she would stop caring about Mitchel, but it was easier said than done.

It was so painful for her.

She had tried her best to get a grip but in vain.

And then, out of nowhere, a jarring noise was heard.

The car slammed to a stop.

Had she not been buckled in, Raegan would have catapulted out of her seat.

After the car screeched to a halt, the driver yelled at the vehicle in front, "Are you out of your mind? How could you drive like that?" In the downpour, a tall and imposing man walked toward Raegan.

He swung open the back door and locked eyes with Raegan without blinking.

The next moment, his gaze turned icy.

"Get out of the car," he ordered in a commanding voice, Raegan was taken aback.

She didn't expect that Mitchel would actually chase after her.

He stood there, soaked to the bone, with rain trickling off his long lashes.

Even under these conditions, he still looked attractive.

Seeing that Raegan remained silent, Mitchel grabbed her hand directly. Raegan was stunned for a split second and then shook off his grip.

"Mr.

Dixon, you should go back." Undeterred, Mitchel did not let her go and instead looked deep into her eyes.

"Then why did you come to the hospital to see me?" Raegan's eyes clouded over.

She stubbornly averted her gaze and shot back, "I wasn't there to see you." Mitchel didn't seem to believe that and cut to the chase.

"Well, why did you run away? Are you jealous? You still have feelings for me, don't you?" Raegan pursed her lips.

She reminded herself not to expect love from Mitchel, or she would only end up disappointed.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr.

Dixon.

What do you expect me to do after seeing such a scene? Stick around for the encore?" The rain intensified, and the driver's patience was starting to wear thin.

"Are you two done? I've got to make a living, you know?" Mitchel whipped out his purse and threw a large amount of money to the driver. He then shot a frosty glance at the driver and asked, "Is that enough?" The driver was floored. The amount he just received was more than enough to cover the fee. It was equivalent to his monthly income. The driver mustered a smile and said, "The rain's coming down in buckets. Sir, why don't you get in the car while you talk to her? Take your time." "You!" Raegan uttered in disbelief.

She was speechless for what Mitchel had just done. She frowned as she realized she could not compete with Mitchel when it came to the money. Forget it. "Excuse me, you're blocking my way," Raegan sternly said to Mitchel. "I'm not going to move," he replied flatly. "Mr. Dixon, don't waste your precious time on me. Go back to Miss Murray." As Raegan said this, her eyes were emotionless, as if the man before her was a stranger. For some reason, this ignited a spark of anger in Mitchel, and he questioned, "You really want me to go back to her?" "Yes." Raegan firmly nodded. "Fine!" Mitchel, without missing a beat, slammed the door shut and walked away. As Raegan watched his retreating figure, her heart ached. It felt as though she had contracted some sort of a rare disease that got worse every time she had a fight with Mitchel. Raegan wanted to say more. But instead, she simply turned her face away and motioned for the driver to get moving. Just as the engine roared to life, the back door was flung open.

Mitchel returned, pinned her to the seat, and began to kiss her passionately.

For a moment, Raegan's mind went blank.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but Mitchel's grip on her chin was unyielding, giving her no chance to escape. Raegan was almost suffocated by the kiss and wanted to run away, but Mitchel's hand was like an iron clamp, which rendered her powerless.

Soon enough, her lips felt both numb and sore. Mitchel was drenched from the rain, But as their bodies pressed together, Raegan could feel the warmth of his body. The contrasting sensations of cold and warmth seemed to stir her desire. Even though the driver was no longer young, the scene playing out in his backseat made him uneasy. Unable to do anything, he just closed his eyes and pretended to see nothing. The silence in the car made the sounds of their intimacy all the more audible. Right when Raegan was about to groan from the pain, Mitchel loosened his grip on her chin. Then, he laid half of his body over Raegan's. Almost instinctively, Raegan caught Mitchel in her arms, but a sense of unease crept in. That was when she noticed the blood oozing from the back of his neck, which dripped on her hand.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she said to the driver in a trembling voice, "Drive us to the hospital. Hurry up!" Lying on the hospital bed, Mitchel was running a fever. Standing in the rain for so long had infected his wound. Before leaving, Luis turned to Raegan and said, "I know you might find it hard to believe, but Mitchel genuinely cares for you." Luis understood Mitchel's complicated history. When Mitchel was little, his parents had separated, leaving him starved for parental affection. This left him clueless about how to navigate a relationship with a woman and ashamed to admit his feelings. However, Luis wasn't fooled by Mitchel's seemingly indifferent behavior.

He knew deep down that Mitchel did care about Raegan.

As Raegan sat at the edge of the hospital bed and stared at Mitchel's pallid face, a myriad of emotions washed over her.

Could Mitchel really care about her? If so, why did he treat her like that? Why did he do those things to break her heart? But if he did not care about her, then why could he be unwilling to get a divorce and even protect her with all his might? Lost in these thoughts, Raegan eventually dozed off on the edge of the bed.

Outside the room, Jarrod and Luis hung around, smoking cigarettes in the corridor.

It was Luis who first broke the silence.

"Don't you think you're being too harsh on the Lawrence family? I saw Nicole send her father to the emergency room.

Her knees were scraped up, and she was missing a shoe." Jarrod, his handsome face shrouded in cigarette smoke, said

nothing.

Luis snuffed out his cigarette and gave Jarrod a probing look.

"Look, I understand you.

I don't mind helping you deal with them.

Those bastards deserve it.

But, truth be told, the biggest fault of the Lawrence family was calling off the engagement.

As parents, it's only right for them to care about Nicole's future.

Don't you think it's a bit too much to treat them like this? Plus, your wedding is in two weeks, and you still can't let go of Nicole. She'll be in trouble if your fiancée finds out about this." Luis knew how formidable Jarrod's fiancée could be, especially when it came to dealing with her rivals.

And because Jarrod was so enamored with her, nobody dared to cross her.

That young woman was sharp as a tack.

Therefore, it was no wonder she crossed paths with a man like Jarrod and saved him, even though it was in the most unlikely place.

Back then, when Jarrod was abroad, if it weren't for his fiancée, he would have suffered for a few more years and be unable to turn over so soon.

Despite Luis' reasoning, Jarrod remained unswayed.

"It's none of your business," he retorted icily.

As soon as he said these words, he turned to his heel and left.

Luis had never walked through the muck or been dragged through the dirt.

So, he could not grasp the depth of resentment boiling in Jarrod's heart.

Jarrod despised Nicole for how easily she had given up on him and their shared past back then.

In the darkness of the night, the scar on Jarrod's forehead seemed even more menacing.

As he gazed at the motionless figure in the ICU, he felt nothing.

Without a word, he pushed the door open.