Love Unbreakable

Since Luciana had mentioned Raegan's imminent arrival, he had maintained his vigil. Yet, his current state really didn't allow for
prolonged sitting.
Matteo, observing this, couldn't help but feel compassion for Mitchell, who remained silent, his eagerness to see Raegan
apparent.
Yet, Matteo couldn't help but notice how Mitchell's usually calm face suddenly grew icy.
To Mitchell's dismay, after such a lengthy wait, the first sight he caught was Raegan at the parking lot with Henley, their seeming
proximity suggesting an unmistakably intimate closeness.
This sight hit Mitchell Like a blow. He thought Raegan had been with Henley all this time, not coming to see him after his
awakening.
Mitchell's complexion drained to a ghostly pallor, his heart felt as if it had been shredded and tossed aside, the agony so intense
it stole his breath.
A few moments later, with his expression steeled, he wheeled himself back to his bed.
Matteo, puzzled by Mitchell's abrupt mood shift, held his questions.
The ward's door swung open shortly after, and Raegan walked in.
Matteo, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, greeted Raegan and discreetly exited, leaving the two in a silent standoff.
Raegan, however, remained silent.
Mitchel's striking features had lost their color, his usually vibrant and alluring lips now pale.
He resembled delicate porcelain, exquisite yet fragile.
Tears brimmed in Raegan's eyes unexpectedly.
She had overestimated herself.
Mitchel's frail appearance instinctively drew her compassion.
Approaching the bed, her voice barely a whisper, she inquired, "Are you feeling any better?"

Her voice, heavy with emotion, betrayed her inner turmoil.
Mitchel, however, seemed to disregard her concern.
He scoffed.
"Why do you even care?"
His words left Raegan speechless, sensing his resentment toward her.
But the reason for his anger eluded her, and she chose not to probe.
Raegan unscrewed the lid of her thermal pot, dishing out a bowl of porridge for Mitchel.