Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 340 She Actually Cares About Him! A ripple of warmth welled up inside his heart, but Mitchel still acted tough.

"No need. You can just help me rub some ointment on it." "Fine. There's medicine in the car, right?" Raegan didn't feel the need to argue. After all, in her eyes, applying some medicine to the person who had just saved her was no big deal.

Still holding Mitchel's wrist, Raegan started to lead him toward the door.

Victor started to chase after them, but before she could get a single word out, Matteo interrupted her, "Can't you read the room?" Matteo frowned.

Annoyed, Victor glared at Matteo.

Matteo, unfazed, continued, "My be got injured when he saved Raegan. It makes sense for her to help him with his injury, does it not?" > Victor retorted, "Is Raegan a doctor or a nurse? Why should she be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just finding an excuse to lure her into his car?" At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling he couldn't argue on that. Mitchel never bothered to hide his intentions of remarrying Raegan by seizing every opportunity to get along with her.

Mitchel hoped that the whole world would know how he felt about Raegan! But as a seasoned assistant, Matteo knew what he should say.

Matteo coughed and said indignantly, "Mr. Dixon isn't like that! He's a gentleman and wouldn't do anything

to Raegan against her will, Besides Ti shoulder's injured. He can't hurt her.

How dare you accuse him of having any 'ulterior motives'?" wv.

Matteo showcased his eloquence. In fact, Mitchel wasn't mortally wounded.

Such a minor flesh wound on his shoulder was no big deal for him.

Matteo knew that Mitchel could still beat him up in the blink of an eye. But he had to convince Victor that Mitchel was weak to reassure her.

Then, Matteo dragged Victor into another car and said, "Just sit here and watch. You got nothing to worry about." Meanwhile, in the car, Raegan stared at Mitchel's blood-soaked clothes, at a loss as to where to start. In the end, she could only frown and suggest, "How about we just go to the

hospital?" “No need. Just apply the medicine. I'l] be fine." Mitchel knew his own body very well. He didn't want to go to the hospital over such an injury.

Raegan pouted and whined, "Why don't you take yourself seriously?" Despite the unmistakable grumble in her tone, her concern was still music to Mitchel's ears. It turned out that she cared about him, albeit subconsciously.

And that was a good sign.

Mitchel thought to himself that perhaps he should've gotten injured sooner.

Just then, he came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and said gruffly, "I can't use my hand. Can you help me take off my shirt to take care of my wound?"

mere thought of undressing him. She would've

eyes darkened. "Forget it. I'll do it myself." He lifted his uninjured arm and clumsily tried to unbutton

and tried to shrug his

to notice

Sometimes it was good to admit one's

Mitchel realized

more subtle approach rather than a

smell of blood permeated the air. Finally, Raegan bit her lips and nodded, as though she had made up her mind about something. "Let me do it." Mitchel could barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it back and put

head to keep from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to search for the button. But it was inevitable for

a sudden, Mitchel

doing and looked up in a hurry. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Mitchel frowned and said in a low voice, "You touched the wrong spot." Raegan looked down at the part she had just touched and turned as red as a tomato. "I... I'm sorry," she stuttered

Mitchel's low and seductive voice seemed to make her heart race

Raegan flushed even more.

particularly spacious with Mitchel's stout

false move from Raegan, and she could hurt him. Holding her breath, she made sure to

on the back of his shoulder. Raegan frowned and tried to stand up to get a clearer view of the wound. "Move over sideways, or

see the wound, so she knelt one knee on the seat to prop

she was

to lean forward, and the leather seat sank a little underneath her weight. From the

the mirror, Raegan

see herself kneeling down behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder. The posture ¢

had to kneel on the seat so that I could get a better look..." Mitchel's lips curved upward into a gentle smile, but his eyes burned with desire. "Do whatever you want." These words... Obviously, he meant something else. Raegan's face turned crimson. But she didn't dare to speak her mind, lest she look like a horny woman. He was so annoying! Pouting, Raegan stopped feeling sorry for him and yanked his shirt

as well defined as his front, and now

was fully off, his pheromones wafted

and tried to focus on the

of the glass didn't go deep. But there was an obvious glass shard around two centimeters big wedged inside the

warned, "This might hurt. I'm about to take the glass shard out." "Okay." Raegan carefully pulled the broken glass out with the tweezers and then blew on the wound out of habit. This was what she did whenever Janey got wounded. She

on the other hand, stiffened as

the pain no matter what, but if she went on like this,

stopped blowing on

to disinfect it and apply medicine, which gradually calmed Mitchel

tricky spot. And the only way to bandage it was to wrap the bandage all

a deep breath and decisively started wrapping the gauze under his arm.