Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 285 Bad Luck

The crystal lamp barely missed Mitchel's face, shattering against the wall with a resounding bang.

Fragments of the lamp scattered across the room, leaving Mitchel's otherwise handsome face marred by a bloody cut.

Unfazed by his injury, Raegan made a hasty attempt to flee. She was barefoot and seemingly oblivious to the broken glass strewn across the floor.

"Watch out!" Mitchel hurriedly reached Raegan and knelt, offering his palm as a makeshift platform for her feet.

Raegan couldn't withdraw her feet in time, causing the glass to cut into the back of Mitchel's hand and embed itself in his flesh.

A sudden rush of blood painted the scene.

Seemingly indifferent to the injury, Mitchel lifted Raegan and gently placed her back on the bed.

His blood dripped onto the cream-white bed sheet, staining it, yet he paid it no mind.

His blood continued to drip as he touched Raegan's face with his stained hand, fixating on her with piercing eyes.

The woman who had been presumed dead and haunted his dreams for the past five years was now miraculously alive in his arms.

"Raegan, Raegan..." Mitchel's tall figure leaned over Raegan, trapping Raegan in his arms while hoarsely repeating her name.

His trembling, bloody hand traced her features - her face, her eyes, and her lips. He was trying to see if she was real and not a figment of his imagination.

This woman in front of him was real, a far cry from the nightmares that had formented him for the past five years.

"Raegan." Pressing his lips to her forehead, Mitchel held her tightly in his arms and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "You can hate me, despise me, or whatever, but please don't leave me..."

The metallic scent of blood filled the air as Mitchel pleaded with Raegan.

Raegan struggled to push Mitchel away, but her efforts were in vain.

In desperation, she bit hard on his shoulder.

To her surprise, Mitchel's muscles were so robust that she felt her teeth ache when she bit into him.

Mitchel snorted, looked at her with piercing eyes, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Raegan was at a loss for words when she heard that. She couldn't believe her bad luck. How had she ended up meeting such a crazy man? Maybe he was really out of his mind!

Frustrated, Raegan shouted, "Let me go! I want to go home!" Hearing her complaints, the fire in Mitchel's eyes surged again. He fixed his gaze on her and said coldly, "This is your home, Raegan."

not my

is!" Mitchel insisted

don't know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else." Raegan was telling the truth. She had suffered from memory loss due to the

either failed to notice her abnormality or chose to ignore it. He was determined to keep Raegan with him, going so far as to attempt to consummate their relationship to convince himself it wasn't a

his desire and said hoarsely, "You couldn't remember me because we haven't been together

shirt with slender hands

as Raegan struck him across the face. The man above her seemed to have

of your mind? I have said that I don't know you. I have a husband, but it's not you. You have mistaken me

handsome face darkened, his voice now dangerous

ring on her finger, snorting. "Are

a sharp blade, momentarily stunning Mitchel. Unfazed, he

her hand, protecting the ring. "Hey, you! What do you think you are doing? Stop

was no match

the ring from Raegan's hand, Mitchel flung it into the trash can with

eyes, he

Mitchel's torment over the past five years. The sorrow had made him live

of Raegan marrying another man, he felt like

been struck by

fell from Mitchel's bloodshot eyes

seemed to carry

ever thought about my feelings? You are my wife. Can't you understand

Raegan found Mitchel's accusation so absurd that she responded firmly, "No, that's

you want me to prove it?" After saying that, Mitchel forcefully pushed her onto the bed, restraining her wrists before pouncing

eyes gleamed with an unsettling eagerness, resembling a predator

bastard!"

over, a thunderous crash echoed

and pressed him to the floor while

subdued, Mitchel retaliated immediately. In a matter of seconds, he turned the tables on his assailant, placing a knee

lying on the floor. Without hesitation, she picked up an ashtray from the tea table

muffled sound

grip on the man. Although the ashtray fell on the floor heavily, it was still

trickled from the back of his head. Mitchel raised his head slowly, his handsome face filled

was wearing a worried expression, her concern was directed to the man. Disregarding Mitchel's injury, she

strength, Mitchel felt a deep disappointment as Raegan pushed him

the floor to stand. Tears were streaming

fine. Don't worry about me," Erick answered as he stood

a formidable fighter, yet dealing with the four bodyguards had drained his strength. His worry for Raegan