Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 168
I'm Your Saver Raegan shook her head dismissively.
"We're not getting back together.
Last night, I felt ill, and he stayed to care for me." It seemed she was convincing herself more than informing Henley.
Since the divorce, the thought of reuniting with Mitchel hadn't crossed Raegan's mind.
Mitchel was a closed chapter in her eyes.
Yet, his recent words unnerved her.
His casual greeting to Henley indicated a resolve to win her over, exuding an unsettling calmness.
The more Raegan pondered, the more irate she grew.
His love, she surmised, was not for her but for the physical comfort she provided.
Henley, on the other hand, experienced a surge of relief, a sensation he welcomed.
Shaking off his worries, he offered a suave, soothing smile.
"What were you trying to say earlier?” Inhaling deeply, Raegan said apologetically, "Henley, we should cease our
communication.” Henley's expression darkened.
He pinched her wrist subconsciously and demanded, "Why?" The sudden shift in Henley's expression surprised Raegan.
And he pinched her so hard that she felt pain.
"Henley, you're hurting me...” It was not until then that Henley came to his senses, and he quickly let go, his smile returning.
"My apologies, Raegan.
I lost my composure.” Raegan, recovering from her shock, dismissed the incident.
"It's fine.” "This is the second time you want to end things with me.
Is Mr.
Dixon the reason?" Raegan didn't object.
"I'm afraid it will affect your career, so we'd better keep a distance.” Henley's smile was tinged with sadness.
"My career's already affected.
What now?” Confused, Raegan pressed, "What do you mean?” "I've been dismissed.
Accused of manipulating transactions, I'm barred from investment banking." Despite Henley's nonchalant tone, the news stunned
Raegan.
Years of effort gone, Henley’s career dashed because of her.
It was a lot for anyone to bear.
No wonder Mitchel's greeting was so calm earlier.
He couldn't have been unaware of it, and perhaps, even played a role in it.
At a loss for words, Raegan’s concern was evident.
"Henley, I'm sorry.” "It’s nothing,” he replied, the smile never leaving his face.
"I may return to Swynborough.
My family's business is there, beyond others’ reach.” Henley's feigned serenity masked emotions Raegan couldn't decipher.
She felt a deep sorrow and repeated her apology.
Henley's smile softened.
"Don't blame yourself.
Think of it as me going back to claim my inheritance.
Does that ease your mind?” Raegan mused that Henley should have claimed his inheritance earlier, not under duress.
"Raegan, would you like to go with me?" Henley inquired suddenly.
"Me?" Raegan said, taken aback.
While her original intention was to further study in Swynborough, it felt unusual to travel alongside Henley.
They were nothing more than friends and classmates, after all.
"Why?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Henley harbored his own rationale.
His father's company overseas was soon to be his responsibility, and he considered it opportune to take Raegan with him before
leaving this city.
In the realm of looks, Henley differed markedly from Mitchel.
Each had their distinct appeals, defying direct comparison.
Status-wise, Mitchel might not be a match for him abroad.
Winning over a woman should be within his grasp, he surmised.
He found himself increasingly invested in Raegan, a realization that soured his mood.
To him, women held little value, a sentiment rooted in the disdain for his mother.
His mother had given birth to him, only to neglect and mistreat him as if he were a mere plaything.
So, when she lay dying from her excesses, he shed no tears, nor did he summon help.
Instead, he observed, impassive, as she struggled through her final moments.
Masking his inner turmoil, Henley offered a justification, "I sense you're not content at home.” Despite the allure of Henley’s
proposition, Raegan remained steadfast in her refusal.
"I'm not ready to consider it," she asserted.
She harbored ambitions to venture abroad, yet was determined to rely on no one but herself.
With a serene smile, Henley reassured, "There's still half a year left.
you on the journey abroad.” Raegan, unconvinced of the _ feasibility of accompanying Henley abroad, rose to her feet. "Henley, one moment," she said before retrieving the gifts Gerda had given her and presenting them
yours." Raegan, insistent, refused to accept what she felt was not hers. Once outside Raegan's place, the warmth drained from Henley's expression, replaced by an icy veneer. The memory of Raegan's unhesitating rejection inflicted an unfamiliar ache within him. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Could it be a genuine interest in her? Interrupted by a call, Henley responded indifferently, his attention shifting back to Raegan's window, "Let her know something and bite the bait," he commanded coldly. At Triclinium Hospital of Ardlens. Lauren found herself confined in a pitch-black room. Its airtight seal contained a stench reminiscent of decay, a grim reminder of death's presence. Mice skittered beneath her, occasionally venturing onto her feet, prompting her to suppress her disgust for fear of crushing their carcasses in a frantic effort to evade them. This grim reality was her penance for yet another thwarted attempt to flee. Upon her arrival at Triclinium, she protested her sanity vehemently, claiming she'd been committed against her will. Initially, the staff inquired about her admittance, to which she exclaimed, "Mitchel, the CEO of the Dixon Group, is to blame!" Their demeanor shifted to solemnity upon her declaration, convincing them of her
heavy iron door groaned open, and a shadowy figure entered with an effortless grace. The room, sealed from the outside world, obscured his features, allowing Lauren only the faintest impression of his handsome silhouette. Could it be Mitchel? Overwhelmed, she rushed to embrace the silhouette, only to be repelled by a sharp kick
It was not Mitchel’s.Regaining a shred of composure, she demanded, "You're not Mitchel.
Who are you then?" "Me?" The man's voice carried a hint of amusement.
was, she was pregnant. The child had to be Kyle’s, that bastard. Furthermore, she had administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to dupe Mitchel. Even if she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby would be malformed. She rejected the very notion of giving birth to this baby. Dropping to her knees, she implored the young man before her, "Please, I need to terminate this pregnancy. I can't bear to give birth to it." "Well..." The man scoffed dismissively. "From this moment, you're keeping the child. Be it a beast or a freak, it might just restore your former glory.” Lauren's tears crystallized
a maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence upstairs and proceeded to knock on his door. Receiving no response, she persisted, even attempting to call him. No one dared to disturb Bryce's slumber. Roused in irritation, Bryce yanked open the door. "What's this all about?” Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce had
he declared, "Teach whomever you please. I refuse to participate.” Undeterred, Raegan entered and began playing a pre- recorded reading. She then settled beside it with a book, immersing herself in silent reading. The record prevented Bryce from returning to sleep. Annoyed, he sat up and bellowed, "Can't you recite that farther away?” Ignoring him, Raegan continued, prompting Bryce to lunge for her player. Raegan took the player near her chest and wrapped her arms protectively over her chest, stating evenly, "Try that again, and I'll accuse you of
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