Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

That Woman Has Nothing To Do With Me However, Raegan remained
composed.

She turned around, grabbed a bath towel, and handed it to Henley.

When Henley emerged with the towel, surprise flickered across his face at the
sight of Mitchel.

Nevertheless, he swiftly regained his composure.

"Why are you here so late, Mr. Dixon?” Henley's words stunned Mitchel, who
couldn't help but look at Henley in disbelief.

Henley reached out to playfully ruffle Raegan’s hair and said in an indulging
voice, "Why don't you invite Mr. Dixon in for a seat?"
ButRaeganrespondedexpressionlessly, "It's quitelate.” They interacted so
intimately and acted as if Mitchel didn't exist.

Mitchel's thin lips pressed into a tight line, and his eyes betrayed a hint of
redness.

He looked at Raegan and questioned, "Did you two sleep together?” Raegan was
momentarily taken aback by the intensity in his

dark eyes.

Mitchel pulled Raegan closer, his anger palpable.

"Answer me.

Did you sleep with him?” Henley attempted to free Raegan from Mitchel's grasp
but was forcefully pushed away.

In a fit of anger, Mitchel raised his fist, aiming for Henley.

Reacting quickly, Raegan pushed Mitchel away and said coldly, “Mitchel, if you
lay a finger on him, I will make you regret it!"

Mitchel stopped his impending punch and looked at them.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

How absurd! He couldn't believe Raegan and Henley had truly been together all
along.

Furthermore, his investigations led him to believe that their relationship was a
charade, a facade maintained for the benefit of

Henley's family.

Hence, he was unfazed by Raegan pretending to be Henley's girlfriend, confident
he would win her back one day.

However, everything had crumbled before him.

Raegan and Henley were indeed together.

This was Henley, the man adoring and pestering Raegan during their marriage.
The same guy who had jeopardized their marriage multiple times.

It could have been any guy, but definitely not Henley.

Mitchel felt a mix of disgust and nausea.

He slowly lowered his fist.

The desire to hit Henley had already disappeared.

He just shot Raegan a disdainful look and said, word by word, "You make me
sick." Raegan's face went pale at his words.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Henley interjected, "Mr. Dixon, please show some
respect to my girlfriend.” But Mitchel brushed off

Henley’s words like an irritating fly.

A sardonic smile played on his lips as he looked at Raegan.

He then tuned around and left.

As Mitchel's figure retreated, Raegan felt a sensation akin to having her heart
snagged by a fishhook.

It took Henley calling her twice to bring her back to the present.

Henley put a hand on her shoulder and asked, “Are you okay?" Raegan
sidestepped his touch awkwardly and muttered, "I'm

fine." Henley withdrew his hand, but his eyes underwent an indescribable change
as he looked at her.

Oblivious to the change in his eyes, Raegan turned around, retrieved Henley's
clothes from the dryer, and handed them to

Henley.

Henley's gaze darkened.

"Whatif he comes back later?" It was a subtle proposal, suggesting he could
spend the night since there were two bedrooms.

Moreover, it would be a good opportunity to deepen their relationship. Raegan
shook her head definitively and said, "Don’t worry. He won't come back." The
look in Mitchel's eyes before he left conveyed finality. This time, they were really
over, and Raegan was certain of it. This was the outcome she had expected
when she decided to involve Henley. After getting dressed, Henley noticed
Raegan seemed a bit worn out, so he didn't say anything more. He simply
handed her the book that needed translation. This was a favor Henley was doing
for Raegan. One of his foreign clients was into this novel and was willing to pay
big bucks for a translated version. However, his language was rare, and finding a
translator was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Thankfully, Henley
recalled Raegan's proficiency in this foreign language while they were in college.
Raegan had once been chosen by the school to act as a translator for a visiting
delegation from that country during a cultural exchange. What he didn't realize
back then was that Raegan had picked up this rare language not out of pure
passion but because of the lucrative translation opportunities it presented. Back
then, her grandmother's health was failing, and Raegan needed funds not only
for her expenses but also for medical bills. Given the saturation of more common
languages in the job market, she focused on mastering this lesser-known
language to ensure financial stability. Raegan couldn't help but feel grateful to
Henley for this opportunity since she was preparing to study abroad and needed
a lot of money. In a soft tone, she said, "Henley, I'm sorry about today.

You have done so much for me, and I shouldn't take advantage of you for my
benefit." Sensing her sincerity, Henley, initially hesitant to say anything, found
himself impulsively asking, "Raegan, would you consider being my girlfriend?”
Raegan looked at him in surprise. Wearing a faint smile, Henley clarified, "I
mean, a real couple.” Raegan was confused when she heard that.

She couldn't help but ask, "Don't you already have someone in your heart?” "I
can't be with her anymore.

She is happy now, and I want to find my happiness too.

Let's give it a shot.

What do you think?" Henley was quite good at hiding things he wanted to hide.
A handsome man could easily win people over, especially when his eyes were
clean and pure.

This sudden confession left Raegan stunned.

But she assumed Henley wasn't too keen on her and didn't take his proposition
seriously.

She politely declined, "I'm sorry, Henley.

I'm not looking to be in a relationship right now.

You are amazing, and you deserve someone better.” "Raegan, don't
underestimate yourself.

You excel in every aspect in my eyes.” Henley's words were open and sincere.
He sounded like he truly appreciated her.

Before Raegan could respond, Henley continued with a smile, "As you venture
onto a broader stage in the future, there will be

plenty of men pursuing you.

Don't turn me down immediately.

Give me time to prove myself.

Then, you can decide whether to accept me or not.” Raegan's cheeks flushed in
response to his words.

Rarely had someone confessed to her with such passion. This was a completely
new experience for Raegan, something she had never experienced with Mitchel.
After all, Mitchel and she were from different social worlds. Mitchel was someone
out of her league. Even though Mitchel never looked down on her, Raegan
always felt at a disadvantage in their relationship, as if she didn't deserve him.
Back when she was younger, numerous suitors pursued her, but at that time, she
prioritized her studies. To fend them off, she fabricated a story about having a
boyfriend in a different city, leaving her admirers disappointed and

backing off.

Marriage narrowed her social circle even further, limiting her interactions with
men.

At that time, romantic considerations were furthest from her mind.

Henley's words sounded reasonable, and he didn’t press her to accept him
immediately.

The final decision was hers, leaving Raegan unsure of how to decline him.
Before she could say anything more, Henley gracefully left, not giving her the
chance to voice her thoughts.

When he got into the car, the kindness on Henley’s face vanished instantly.

He noticed that every time he got close to Raegan, his head would ache, causing
discomfort.

Furthermore, this unease had been escalating, unsettling his nerves and
clouding his mind.

He was always adept at keeping his thoughts to himself.

He would never reveal his true feelings, no matter how badly he wanted
something.

He would first lay out a detailed plan and make his prey approach him voluntarily.
He relished the feeling of having complete control over everything.

However, this time, he felt no satisfaction.

He only had an uncontrollable impulse.

He was anxious and frantic, yearning to possess Raegan as soon as possible.
Glancing back at the window, a smile played on Henley's lips, but it held no
warmth.

Only an icy coldness and malice lingered.

Meanwhile, Raegan wasn't deeply affected by Mitchel's hurtful words.

That night, she burned the midnight oil, immersing herself in translating the book.
Completing this assignment promised a_ hefty paycheck of three hundred
thousand dollars.

This money could help her solve the current predicament.

After the divorce, Raegan understood that only through hard work could she gain
the strength to choose and protect herself in

times of trouble.

She couldn't afford to be idle and endure abuse from others.

With this in mind, her desire to pursue further studies abroad intensified.

She knew that only by becoming strong enough could she prevent anyone from
bullying her again.

In the dimly It bar, Mitchel nursed his drink, drowning in a sea of despair.

Luis and Jarrod, his drinking companions for the evening, sat nearby.

Luis cleared his throat, looked at Mitchel, and asked, "What's wrong this time?”
Mitchel brushed off the question.

However, Luis smirked and continued, "Let me guess.

Did Miss Benton get on your nerves again?" Eloise’s relentless pursuit of Mitchel
was no secret.

It was mainly because Eloise was so high-profile that she expressed her love for
Mitchel on the social platform every single day.

In the tight-knit world of the wealthy, gossip traveled faster than light.

Despite Luis’ prodding, Mitchel remained stoic.

"Is it something to do with Raegan?” Luis tried another angle.

"Her?" Mitchel finally responded, a sneer forming on his lips.

"That woman has nothing to do with me.” His words dripped with coldness,
cruelty, and unwavering determination.

It was the first time Luis had heard Mitchell speak of Raegan in such a manner.