Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 301 I Hate You

In an instant, the images suddenly overlapped.

Mitchel swallowed hard as past memories flashed through his mind.

Just like those days five years past, Mitchel and Raegan's dynamic mirrored that last rendezvous.

One yearned for a divorce while the other clung to the marriage.

At that precise moment, a waiter strolled past, balancing a tray of dishes in hand.

Mitchel swiftly extended his arm, fearing the waiter might accidentally collide with Raegan.

But Raegan, on pure instinct, evaded his grasp, stepping back abruptly.

Her slender waist met the table's corner, drawing a furrowed brow and a muffled groan from her.

Mitchel's breath hitched, his han suspended in the air.

Withdrawing his hand, he concealed the ache in his heart and inquired, "Is your aversion for me that

intense?" Her disdain for him ran so deep that she'd rather hurt herself than let him touch her.

Mitchel's attractive eyes reddened slightly, his wounded expression holding a strangely captivating

allure.

Raegan lifted her eyes, a sharp edge in her words.

"Certainly, Mr. Dixon! My loathing against you surpasses your wildest imagination." Coupled with the

disdain in her gaze, Raegan's words were like an unforgiving sword mercilessly piercing Mitchel.

Emotions be damned.

Raegan disregarded his feelings and spoke up.

"Since you have nothing of substance | to contribute, kindly step aside: T wari.

to go." Mitchel's gaze darkened as he stood his ground, a formidable mountain barring her path.

"Mr. Dixon?" Raegan exclaimed annoyingly.

"Why?" Mitchel's voice carried an enduring chill.

"What?" Raegan inquired.

"Why harbor such an intense hatred toward me?" Mitchel's countenance turned icy as he meticulously

recollected.

Since Raegan's return, their encounters had been fleeting, happening only two or three times.

Raegan possessed no recollection of him due to the car incident.

Hence, Mitchel couldn't fathom the depth of her loathing.

For a moment, a peculiar notion crept in.

He wondered if Raegan feigned amnesia to evade him.

Raegan perceived Mitchel's thought process as a deviation from the norm.

She articulated, "I detest being coerced against my will.

And it's not just because of that.

you began from the very first moment we crossed paths." Raegan assumed

loss played a role.

her repulsion and instinctive

provided scant details regarding events preceding her

a vague awareness of the turbulent life she once led,

Mitchel.

profound, suppressed sorrow, and the veins on his hand bulged as

his fist.

a measured tone, he declared, "I am your husband." B His

the right to

was his wife, and in his eyes, his

you not aware that I've lost my memory about

adding, "To me, you're no different from

by." At those words, Mitchel pressed his lips

her wrist and forcefully guiding

resist

the door slammed shut | with force, the echo

Raegan against the wall,

waist while the

the confined space was awash with

breath

causing a sensation of suffocation

to reality, her

away, demanding, "Mitchel! What are you up to

possessed exceptional strength.

unyielding, impervious

left Raegan feeling trapped, unable to free

and

me go!" Raegan yelled,

head, his gaze

than a stranger to

speechless, opting to

she found herself ensnared,

her waist tightened as if he intended to coerce her into

Raegan, and her brow

mind?" Raegan's anger had permeated deep into her heart, fueling

to vent her frustration even if it meant biting

at her in silence for an extended moment, his voice

whisper.

you?" He spoke in a low,

anger smoldered, and she responded sternly, "Even

yes."

giving him an

requested calmly, having taken a deep breath to steady herself,

displaying indifference.

aware that the : angrier she became, the more control he held

are you?" Raegan posed her

Dixon, is your desire that insatiable? If you're truly that horny, I

belittled Mitchel, anticipating that someone

interest in her after hearing such

she had expected, Mitchel's gaze turned even colder, and he

believe I'm horny for women?" His

racing heart

little tricks had evidently

pressed on, her tone nonchalant, "You're

don't even know

your actions that you might be | missing a woman in your life." — In her eyes,

held no significance.

Dixon, could you please step aside?" Raegan rubbed her sore wrist, her patience wearing

eyes bore into her, an inscrutable blend of emotions lurking