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.

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

the tray down, and set

set, she found herself without anything

porridge. Instead, he pulled out a business magazine and started reading with keen

tension in the room

have bothered if

knowing that Mitchel got hurt because of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking for

"Your stomach is weak. You need to eat the

didn't respond, his attention fixed

at a loss. It was

porridge getting cold, she softened her voice. "It wasn't

was really swamped." Mitchel finally turned to face her and said coldly, "Busy the day before yesterday, busy yesterday and busy today?" Raegan's heart raced under his intense look. "Yes, really..." Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted,

herself

feet itching to walk

her in her tracks. "Anyway, throwing up blood isn't

tense expression eased

inconsistent she was. She could dish out cutting remarks, and he'd hold his tongue, but the moment he retorted, she

discomfort, Mitchel couldn't help

his face turn even paler and realized it wasn't right to be mad at someone who was sick. She decided to let him express his

After all, it did not harm

didn't respond, pushing Raegan to impatience. "Then what do

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