Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 262 Have A Baby

Raegan's heart raced when she heard Mitchel's words.

Mitchel's phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.

Mitchel entered, his bare feet silent.His long legs were strong, his upper body
sculpted with defined muscles.He stooped to

retrieve the phone, offering it to Raegan.

"Try 822822," he suggested.

Raegan was taken aback.

August 22nd.It was the date they first received their marriage certificate.

She stood frozen, the phone burning in her hand, especially with the text glaring
from the screen.

Mitchel read her message aloud.

"Mr.Hector Dixon, I'm trapped by Mitchel.Can you help me out? Sent by Raegan
Hayes." Mitchel's voice was icy.

"Seeking help from my uncle?"

His exterior was calm, but inside, turmoil raged.

Sure enough, Raegan still wanted to run away.

This irked Mitchel increasingly.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed.

He grasped her chin and pressed her against the wall, his tone fierce.

"Do you enjoy flirting with the men around me? How do you plan to repay Hector
if he helps you out?" Raegan paled, her

restraint gone.

"You can't imprison me like this. Though we're a couple, you have no right to
confine me."

At her words, Mitchel’s expression grew colder.He scoffed.

"Is that your argument, Raegan? That! can't do that?"

Holding her close, his composure slipped. "Then, shouldn't weabout it!" The pain
of the loss of her first child was too much to bear again. She was afraid of losing
her child again because of those crazy women around Mitchel. With resolve, she
declared, "I will never have a child with you." She couldn't bring herself to the
possibility of losing her child again. This was her baby! But Mitchel replied sternly,
"That's not for you to decide." His expression dark, he took a tie from the dresser
and restrained her hands to the towel rack. Confused and fearful, Raegan asked
in a trembling voice, "Mitchel, what are you doing?" Mitchel, holding her head
gently, offered a faint smile. "Practicing how to make a baby." "Hmm..."

Before she could protest, Mitchel silenced her with a kiss, his approach
dominating yet tender.

Humiliated and angry, Raegan felt herself nearing a breaking point.

After finishing his business, Mitchel didn't even untie her.

Instead, he just let her hanging on the towel rack helplessly.

It was only when the maid arrived that Raegan was freed.

Crumbled on the bathroom floor, knees to her chest, Raegan trembled
uncontrollably.

The maid, sympathetic yet helpless, tried to console Raegan, "I can see Mr.Dixon
and you are deeply in love with each other. Yet,

you two seemed to argue a lot.Perhaps talking it through will help.Why must you
hurt each other so?"

In love with each other? Raegan could only shake her head in sorrow.

If this was Mitchel's version of love, she wanted no part of it. The maid continued,
“Actually, Mr.Dixon truly cares for you.I've seen him alone in your room, clutching
the pillow you used to sleep on.He constantly buys new clothes for you, and the
food stocked here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when you're
away..." Raegan felt numb to the maid's words.

Terms like love and care seemed unfit to describe her bond with Mitchel.

In her eyes, Mitchel viewed her as nothing more than an object.He never
imagined that one day she would defy his

commands.His ego bruised when he sensed losing control.

That was why he became fixated on regaining it.His obsession filled Raegan with
dread.

Her fear overshadowed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to run away
from Mitchel.

The idea of fleeing consumed Raegan'’s thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to
break free from Mitchel's side.

Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrod's wedding.

On the phone, Jamie's voice was tender with affection.

"Jarrod, I feel like I am the happiest woman in this world.Let's have two children
in the future!"

Jarrod"s expression turned somber.

Jamie's words echoed his past promises to Nicole.

Jarrod hesitated, his silence lingering until Jamie prompted him.

“Jarrod, are you there?"

Regaining composure, Jarrod replied evasively, "It's late, Jamie.Get some rest."
He skillfully dodged the subject. After a sweet goodbye, Jamie quickly made
another call, her voice now stern.

"Keep an eye on Jarrod tonight.Report anything unusual."

After the call, Jarrod stood before a large French window, smoking.He was still
hanging on those words, "Let's have two

children..."

Moments later, he extinguished the cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and headed
downstairs.