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?"

the mere thought of undressing him. She would've felt uncomfortable

myself." He lifted his uninjured arm

the last button was finally undone, he straightened his back and tried to shrug his shirt off, but it was futile. After a while, he let out a frustrated

seemed to

it was good to admit one's

last, Mitchel realized that

to a more subtle approach rather than a

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 on

to search for the button. But it was inevitable for her soft fingers to brush against the man's bare skin.

of a sudden, Mitchel

stopped what she was 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

on..." Mitchel's low and seductive voice seemed to make her

Raegan flushed even more.

particularly spacious with Mitchel's stout

she made sure to be

his shoulder. Raegan frowned and tried to stand up to get a clearer view of the wound. "Move over sideways, or I won't be

still couldn't see the wound, so she knelt one

back straight, she was just tall enough

the leather seat sank a little underneath her weight. From the rearview mirror, Mitchel

in the mirror, Raegan looked

the mirror, she could see herself kneeling down behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder.

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

were as well defined as his front, and now that

fully off, his pheromones wafted in the air

tried to focus on the wound, ignoring his

But there was an obvious glass shard

Raegan carefully pulled the broken glass out with the tweezers and then blew on the wound

hand, stiffened as she blew on

what, but if

blowing

to disinfect it and apply medicine, which gradually

wound was in tricky spot. And the only way to bandage it was

breath and decisively started wrapping the gauze under his arm.