Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 246 Remarriage

Raegan was baffled by Mitchel's suggestion of a temporary marriage.

She wondered why Mitchel had chosen her, when so many others would have
jumped at the chance to be by his side, even if

just for a day.

Mitchel looked at Raegan with a calm intensity and explained, "My grandfather's
health is failing. The doctors say he has less

than two months."

Raegan felt as if her world had just shattered.

The Dixon family was not known for warmth, except for the love she received
from Mitchel's grandfather.

This news was a devastating blow.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Raegan stammered, “I can keep pretending to be
your wife..."

Mitchel's rejection was immediate and firm, his gaze on her cool and distant, "I
don't want that."

Raegan was taken aback by his stoic response.

"I can't lie to him now."

His reasoning sounded valid, but Raegan couldn't shake the feeling that she was
falling for his trap.

"But..."

Raegan began, hesitantly.

Mitchel cut her off, his expression growing stern, "This remarriage is only for my
grandfather's sake, of course..."

After a brief pause, he added nonchalantly, “You're not being forced.Your options
are to remarry me or to have sex with me

here."

Raegan felt her cheeks burn, trapped between two undesirable choices.

But the thought of his grandfather made her agree to endure the former option for
three months.

She spoke up, a hint of resolve in her voice, "Let's keep this secret.I don't want
Luciana to find out about our remarriage.And

after three months, you'll divorce me, right?"

Mitchel's nod was cold and detached.

Raegan felt a slight relief and continued, "Then, let's sign both the prenuptial and
divorce papers now.It will save us the trouble in

three months."

Raegan handled the situation with a business-like approach, treating it as a mere
transaction.

Her attitude seemed to stir something within Mitchel.

She noticed a hint of displeasure in his expression, his eyes taking on a colder
hue.

Nevertheless, she pressed on and went to a nearby photocopy shop to print out
the divorce agreement, insisting that Mitchel

sign it right after her.

Mitchel held the pen tightly, his force almost tearing the thin paper of the
agreement.

He hesitated for a moment before signing his name with a swift motion.

His face was expressionless and distant throughout the process.

For some reason, Raegan felt a pang in her heart watching him sign so easily.

It was a subtle, growing pain, like being pricked by invisible needles.

For a woman, marriage was often seen as a new beginning, making such
decisions particularly challenging.

But Mitchel could divorce and remarry her without hesitation, his indifference
seemingly stemming from a lack of love.

Their reconnection was bound by a mere agreement, leaving Raegan with a
heavy heart.

Mitchel's mood darkened, his voice low as he said, "Let's go inside."

Frustrated, Raegan retorted, "l only have my ID card. don't have my birth
certificate with me."

She had tried to locate her birth certificate in vain before.

Mitchel replied calmly, "I have it.I have brought all the necessary documents."
Surprised, Raegan asked, "How do you have my birth certificate?" Mitchel
responded evenly, "You left it behind when we divorced." "Why didn't you give it
back to me then?" "I just forgot," Mitchel said nonchalantly. Together, they
entered the building and quickly completed the paperwork. Each now held the
marriage certificate symbolizing their remarriage. Raegan was filled with doubts,
sensing deep down that this hasty decision was a mistake. In hindsight, Raegan
would come to see this decision as a grave error. She often wished she could
turn back time to save her younger self from making such a naive mistake.
Mitchel quickly snatched the marriage certificate from Raegan, storing it with his
copy in the car's compartment. Raegan, puzzled, said, "Shouldn't we each keep
one?" Mitchel smirked. "I'll keep them with the divorce papers, so they're easy to
find later.” Raegan admitted his point made sense. Separating the certificates
could lead to inconvenience. Later, they visited Mitchel’s grandfather, who was
delighted to see them. Post-visit, Raegan had students to tutor.

Mitchel decided to drop her off at the destination.

During the drive, Mitchel's watchful eyes were on her. He parked the car and
locked the doors, his expression turning serious. "What's on your mind?" Raegan
asked. Mitchel looked solemn. "You're a married woman now.Regardless of your
past with Henley, you must understand this.While we're married, any contact with
him is off-limits.Do you understand?" "Okay," Raegan agreed immediately. She
had no intention of contacting Henley. Mitchel's expression softened slightly at
her prompt agreement. But he couldn't resist asking, "Why did you agree so
easily? Aren't you afraid he'll be hurt?" Raegan felt the need to clear up any
misunderstandings from before. "To be honest, there was never anything
between him and me." Raegan didn't feel like delving into this topic. After all,
Henley once saved her life, and she believed it was best to leave the past
behind. As Raegan prepared to exit the car, Mitchel suddenly grabbed her hand.
His voice, deep and husky, asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Just what I said.”

His grip tightened, making her uncomfortable.

Raegan tried to pull away, eager to escape the tension building between them.
But Mitchel held on, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, "Did you ever..."
He hesitated, the unasked question hanging in the air, his anxiety evident.
Mitchel, typically self-controlled, seemed to lose his composure whenever she
was around. His proposal of remarriage, under the guise of a pretense for his
grandpa's sake, hinted at a deeper motive. He just couldn't bear the thought of
her being with someone else. Raegan felt her anxiety rise under his unwavering
hold. "Let me get out, please.'m running late." "Why the rush?" Mitchel asked,
his eyes locking with hers for a moment before he leaned in closer.

In the confined space of the car, their faces were close.

Raegan could see every detail of his dark eyes, fringed with thick lashes.

His eyes captured the light of the street lamps, shimmering like stars in a vast
sky.

Suddenly, Raegan's heart began to beat furiously as if it might leap out of her
chest.

Time appeared to stretch, turning their imminent kiss into a prolonged scene,
their lips nearing each other to almost nothing.

Raegan was stunned, realizing too late she should have avoided this situation.
But now they were too close, the air around them charged, her thoughts a
whirlwind of confusion and chaos.

Right before their lips could touch, Mitchel pulled back, his voice a low murmur in
her ear, "Wish us a happy life."

A low, resonant chuckle emanated from the depths of his throat.

Raegan's face flushed with embarrassment.

Mitchel must have intended to tease her.

He had effectively seized every opportunity to tease her.

Feeling both embarrassed and irritated, Raegan quickly opened the car door.
Without saying a word or even looking his way, she swiftly exited and walked
away.

In the hospital ward.

Jarrod's intense gaze was fixed on Nicole's pale face.

He watched her without blinking, lost in thought.

If Nicole could see him now, she might mock him for feigning deep emotion.

But it was only in these quiet moments, with Nicole asleep, that Jarrod let his
guard down and showed his true feelings.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, breaking the silence.

Stepping into the corridor to answer, Jarrod learned from Alec that two women
who hurt Nicole were released on bail by their

families.

The two women were Howe's people.

Worse still, Howe had stepped in to stop any investigation against those two
women.

Since Howe was Jamie's brother, Alec asked for Jarrod's instructions about
whether they should continue investigating.

Jarrod's eyes turned cold.

"Keep investigating,” he ordered.

He ended the call.

It was less than thirty minutes after he left Nicole's ward.

At this moment, Jamie spotted Jarrod and hurried over, tears streaming down her
face.

"Jarrod, how could you embarrass my brother for that slut!"

"Jamie!"

Jarrod's voice rang out, low and icy, devoid of any semblance of a smile.