Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 351 Mitchel's Teasing Mitchel gently guided Raegan's hand across his sculpted abs, letting her feel their firmness beneath his skin's warmth. The heat of his breath brushed against Raegan's face.

Mitchel didn't stop there but led her hand lower, tracing the lines of his Adonis belt toward a more private area...

Caught off guard, Raegan quickly came to her senses and pulled her hand back. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, spreading to her neck and ears. What was he making her touch? What a disgusting man! He was shameless, pervert and scumbag!

Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Raegan exclaimed, "You... Pervert!" In her agitation, she dropped her disguise and spoke in her true voice.

Mitchel, wearing a teasing smirk, responded, "You were looking so closely. I assumed you wanted to touch." "Who would want to touch, you disgusting pervert! I'll sue you for sexual harassment!" Mitchel, barely lifting his eyelids, quipped with a raised eyebrow, "Oh? Then, do I get to sue you for pretending to be a medic?" "You!" Raegan was caught off guard and visibly surprised. "How did you figure it out..." She couldn't pinpoint when he had

seen through her disguise. Judging by his tone, he knew the moment she entered. He made her feed him water, shared the same cup and even checked his wound. It turned out he was on purpose.

Mitchel gently lowered her mask and lightly pinched her cheek, gazing into her eyes. "You could hide in a turtle shell, and I'd still know it's you." His eyes sparkled with a playful light, clearly delighted to see her upon waking. Despite her efforts to move on, it was clear she hadn't, still clinging to her feelings for him. This realization made him visibly happier. His usually stern expression softened.

"You're the real turtle here! A soft- shelled turtle, that's what you are!" Raegan, feeling tricked, swatted his

hand away and turned to leave, but he caught her with his long, strong arm.

"Please, don't go." Caught off guard, Raegan almost stumbled into his arms. She quickly pushed him away, accidentally touching a sensitive spot, which visibly changed his expression.

His attractive face lost color as he seemed to be in pain. Raegan was taken aback, her mind flashing back to the day he was severely wounded.

Facing her, Mitchel's robust chest was in full

to stand, Mitchel drew her back into a gentle embrace. "I'm not in pain," he whispered, his voice deep and enticing. "Your concern makes me forget all discomfort." Raegan struggled to push him

about you?" she retorted, irked by his

concerned, may I just lean on you for a while?" He held her, finding a comforting

didn't just lean in. He wrapped her up in a full

warmth. Raegan's cheeks turned

door interrupted them. "Mr. Dixon, Miss Glyn is here." Raegan tensed up, the warmth she'd

expression turned into a slight frown as he pulled back a little, his eyes locked on her face,

of awkwardness washing over her. Erick was right. Getting involved with

voice cold. "Could you let me go? It's not appropriate. You wouldn't want your fiancée to see us and get the wrong idea." Mitchel's brow

but just looked at her. "So, your boyfriend isn't going to get the wrong idea about you visiting me?" Irritated, Raegan responded without thinking, "Boyfriend? What boyfriend?" As soon as she said it, she realized she had walked right into a trap. Believing

a deeper meaning. He was convinced that if Raegan were to fall in love,

and wouldn't have delayed

on what Matteo had found out, Raegan and Stefan had been acquainted for three years. The fact that they hadn't been together during those three years, and suddenly claiming to be

sure that Raegan was trying to fool him. It was unlikely for

come here for you. I'm here because my brother hit you, and out of concern for humanity, I

"It's fine to come out of concern, but I'm not letting you go just yet." Then, he called out to the door, "Come in." Katie walked in, holding a thermos, her presence both graceful and elegant. She

nothing," Mitchel replied casually, his eyes drifting to Raegan, who was fiddling with her fingers,