Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

As Long As It's You Mitchel had no desire to coerce Raegan to pay him a visit.
But if Luciana asked Raegan to visit him, it suggested a willingness on her part to
meet him.

Mitchel's discomfort was palpable as he grappled with his own humility, deceiving
even himself in his introspection.

Luciana, taken aback by Mitchel's words, felt a twinge of unease at his request a
moment later.

Despite her fondness for Raegan, nobody could compare to Mitchel, especially
when it involved life- and-death situations.

The news of Mitchel’s injuries had once nearly caused her heart to stop.

The memory of that fear still sent her heart racing.

Despite knowing Mitchel was out of danger, the doctor's words could still make
her quiver with fear.

Luciana believed that if Mitchel married a woman he wasn't particularly fond of,
he might remain calmer and refrain from

engaging in risky endeavors.

With solemn concern, Luciana advised Mitchel, "You once caused Raegan great
loss, and now you've saved her life.

It's balanced.

You're divorced now.

Let the past stay in the past.” Mitchel, taken aback that Raegan had disclosed
their divorce to Luciana, felt a shadow pass over

his face.

Facing his mother, Mitchel confessed, "I don’t want a divorce.

I never want one.

My mind is stuck on Raegan.

1 can't imagine a future where she's not around me." These words left Luciana
unsure of how to respond.

"Why are you so stubborn...” "T'll see her myself if you won't do it for me," Mitchel
declared, determined, and attempted to rise

from his bed, only to be bathed in a cold sweat from the effort.

Luciana, alarmed and pale, urged him back to bed, relenting, "Alright, stay.

I'll have her come to you.” Raegan was taken aback by Luciana’s unexpected
call.

After their last encounter, she hadn't anticipated any further communication,
especially not kindness.

She suspected Mitchel's influence.

Yet, with Mitchel now engaged to Eloise, Raegan wished to sever all ties.

It was time to close the chapter between them.

Therefore, Raegan declined Luciana's request with politeness.

To her astonishment, Luciana insisted, "Regardless of your history with Mitchel,
he's hurt because of you.

It's your responsibility to care for him.

We'll discuss everything else afterwards.” Luciana's words bore the weight of an_
ethical obligation, yet they rang true.

Left without options, Raegan complied and hailed a taxi to the hospital.

In an unexpected twist at the hospital parking lot, she encountered Henley, who
was there to pick up medication for his mother.

Henley had been concerned after days of failure to reach Raegan, and though
they had finally spoken, her excuse of fever and

phone neglect seemed dubious to him.

Encountering her at the hospital now only deepened his suspicions. Yet, since
Raegan withheld the truth, Henley chose not to pry further. Upon entering the
lobby, they parted ways, and Raegan ascended to the upper floors in the
elevator. In the VIP ward, Mitchell was seated in a wheelchair, gazing steadily out
the window. 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. This porridge was tailored to aid Mitchel's recovery.
It had taken her some time to make it, which explained her late arrival at the
hospital. She offered the bowl to Mitchel, suggesting, "Try some porridge.” But
Mitchel, wearing a frosty look, remained silent. He feigned interest in a financial
magazine instead. Raegan held out the bowl patiently, but Mitchel showed no
intention of accepting it.

Feeling slightly awkward, she set the bowl on the bedside table. A gloomy air
filled the room. Confused by Mitchel’s coldness, Raegan simply sat down and
began messaging Nicole. Mitchel’s irritation grew upon seeing Raegan texting so
nonchalantly, thinking she was unwilling to pay him a visit. He bit his lip, holding
back his anger, fearing he'd lash out at Raegan once more. Soon, Mitchel made
a move to rise, his chest wound protesting the motion with a tight pull, casting a
shadow over his expression. Raegan, moved by pity, instinctively reached out to
assist him.

Clap! Mitchel's hand came down sharply on hers.

His slap was forceful, loaded with aversion to her touch.

The sting left Raegan's hand red, her eyes welling up immediately.

Alexis had hurled insults at her, calling her derogatory names, yet none of that
compared to the sorrow she felt now.

Mitchel's reluctance to see her was obvious, yet he didn't make it known to
Luciana.

Had he done so, she wouldn't have come at all.

"Mitchel, if my presence bothers you that much, I'll just go.

There's no need for that." Reagan's eyes brimmed with tears, on the verge of
spilling at any moment.

Mitchel let out a sneer, his patience worn thin.

"Oh, are you in a hurry? Eager to meet your boyfriend? Then, by all means, go!"
Anger clenched Raegan's jaw tight.

First, it was Alexis’ brazen insults, and now Mitchel's mocking laughter.

Why did she subject herself to such degradation? She had come of her own
accord, only to be mocked and belittled! The tears

that she had fought to hold back now traced paths down her face.

With a silent swipe of her hands over her cheeks, Raegan turned to leave.

Yet, the moment she reached the door, a startling thud echoed behind her.

She stiffened, turned, and found Mitchel collapsed on the floor, his face ashen.
Alarmed, she hurried back to his side.

There he was, lying motionless, pain etched across his features.

Raegan's heart raced, her eyes welling up with tears.

"What is the matter, Mitchel? You're frightening me.

Can you get up?" Mitchel lay motionless.

The freshly replaced gauze on his chest darkened with blood.

Fear seized Raegan, her thoughts scattering into oblivion.

Regaining her composure, she cried out, “Doctor! Someone, please, help!"
Silence followed.

Frantically, she hit the bedside call button.

As she attempted to rise, a hand yanked her back...

A wave of terror washed over Raegan's face! She leaned with all her might,
avoiding collapsing onto Mitchel.

Realizing it was Mitchel who had grabbed her, anger flared within her.

"Mitchel, have you lost your senses?” Yet, he clutched her wrist firmer, the scent
of blood growing stronger.

Desperate, Raegan writhed to escape.

"Release me! I must get a doctor for you.” Mitchel seemed not to hear, gazing at
her with unfathomable depth.

"l don't need a doctor.

I need you," he murmured.

Ignoring his wound, Mitchel pulled Raegan close, pressing his lips against hers
with intense passion.