Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chatper 366

Chapter 366 This Man Consoled Himself Raegan's voice shook as she asked, "How could this happen?" "You've been away for three days. Mr.

Dixon hasn't been eating well, just sipping the soup you had delivered each day. Today, he wouldn't even touch the soup and then he started coughing up blood out of nowhere. The doctor says it's acute gastric bleeding..." Matteo urgently replied.

"Miss Foster, could you please come over now, if that's okay?" After ending the call, Raegan felt a storm brewing inside her, her hands and feet icy cold. Why did Mitchel have to be so stubborn? If she didn't show up, he refused to eat. Couldn't he know how to take care of himself? Plus, he

was sick. Why was he punishing himself? But then, Raegan guessed she was also to blame. She did say she would take care of him.

Torn and worried, Raegan told the driver, "Let's head to the hospital." Upon her arrival at the hospital, Raegan spotted Matteo standing at the ward door. He handed over a thermos, suggesting, "Miss Foster, Mr. Dixon just had an IV and is resting now. He can try some porridge when he wakes.

Please, make sure he eats." Raegan nodded, walked in, and quietly placed the porridge near Mitchel's bed.

Mitchel's eyes were shut, making it hard to tell if he was asleep. His once striking face now looked deathly pale, even more so than three days before.

A pang of worry hit Raegan. Why did

he look even worse now? She took a seat next to the bed, and after a moment, noticing he wasn't upset, she couldn't help but reach out to check his breathing, Thankfully, his breathing was steady.

Raegan finally let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she started to pull her hand back, Mitchel grabbed it.

Mitchel cracked open his eyes, his voice a bit deep. "I'm not dead yet." Raegan found herself at a loss for words.

Suddenly, the mood turned awkward.

lowered her head a bit, and tried to change the subject. "Now that you're up, you should eat some porridge." After

placed the tray down, and set the porridge

she found herself without anything else to say and simply sat there

by. Mitchel didn't touch the porridge. Instead, he pulled out a business magazine and

tension in the room

bothered

of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking

stomach is weak.

respond, his attention fixed on

felt at a loss.

getting cold, she softened her voice. "It

raced under his intense look. "Yes, really..." Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted, "Well, keep being busy then."

herself unable to

to walk away right

chilly voice stopped her in her tracks. "Anyway, throwing up blood isn't deadly." At his words, Raegan, who was about to get up, sat back

tense expression

tongue, but the moment he retorted,

of discomfort, Mitchel couldn't

to be mad at someone who was sick. She decided to let him

any better. After all,

if I feed you?" Mitchel didn't respond, pushing Raegan to impatience. "Then what do you want? If nothing seems right..." "Fine," Mitchel abruptly

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