Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 412 Stealing a Kiss The atmosphere grew increasingly thin.

I I Raegan found breathing somewhat challenging. Fortunately, Mitchel remained focused on her foot, oblivious to her flushed face.

Observing Mitchel's focused demeanor, Raegan suddenly realized this wasn't the first time he had applied medicine to her foot. In each instance, he handled it adeptly and effortlessly, devoid of any aversion.

Following the treatment, Mitchel targeted an acupoint on her ankle. He determined the sprain wasn't severe.

With proper care, it should improve by tomorrow.

Mitchel's unwavering gaze unsettled

I Raegan. "Are you finished?" she inquired.

+ "Yes." Mitchel secured a bandage I around her foot to safeguard it from dirt.

I I Mitchel should have released Raegal. I by now, yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. Despite his inclination for cleanliness, his principles seemed to wane in her presence. He desired to maintain his grasp on her foot.

Once Mitchel released his grip, Raegan promptly instructed, "Please proceed to cleanse your hands." Mitchel chuckled softly, finding it amusing that Raegan, rather than himself, expressed repulsion, despite his lack of concern.

After a while, Mitchel returned from sanitizing his hands. Raegan directed him, "You can sleep in my brother's

I room on the third level, but ensure minimal noise." / "Understood." Mitchel cleared his throat gently, adding, "Should I receive any updates..." I Raegan swiftly interjected ’ "Alternatively, you may simply rest here." Mitchel's gaze intensified. "Are you suggesting I spend the night here?" "Yes, in case of any developments regarding Nicole, I prefer to be promptly informed," Raegan replied.

Though Mitchel had assured Nicole's well-being, the word "should" lacked definitive assurance. Given Jarrod's past unpredictability, Raegan couldn't attain peace of mind. Moreover, Jarrod was Mitchel's friend, and Mitchel might opt not to disclose anything unusual to her, in the event of an

occurrence. Fundamentally, her lack of trust in Mitchel prompted her suggestion.

Mitchel noticed the skepticism in Raegan's eyes, experiencing a twinge I of disappointment.

Raegan instructed him, "Please bring the blanket over here. If you approach too closely, I'll have to ask you to leave the bed." Compliantly, Mitchel fetched the blanket and positioned it on the bed.

Between them, Raegan positioned a lengthy pillow and instructed Mitchel to place his phone on the bedside table.

Mitchel adhered to all her directives.

However, Raegan remained somewhat uneasy and opted to leave a night light on. Once everything was arranged, she declared, "Let's sleep."

I just as Raegan was on the verge of closing her eyes, she observed that his shirt was fully unfastened, revealing his finely sculpted chest. Her complexion flushed from head to toe.

words, she pulled the blanket over

and soothing. "I can't sleep in my attire." "But

"As a habit, I refrain from wearing anything under my shirt." Fortunately, Mitchel had taken a bath

have allowed him

brand new. You can I wear them." Mitchel's tone conveyed a subtle chill as he remarked, "It must be pleasant to be your brother." Raegan was speechless. Had

he was experiencing jealousy? Raegan let the blanket fall from her grasp, her tone reflecting her displeasure as she inquired, "Are you planning to wear them or not?" Raegan had crafted the set of pajamas meticulously by hand,

even had the

fingers slowly slipped into the sleeves. The motion unveiled I his well-defined abdominal muscles I and the distinct V-shaped lines, making the simple act of putting on

help but wonder whether he was

of his appealing physique, her heart rate quickened momentarily. She turned

after, the opposite side of the bed sank

a considerable while since she last

whom she had exchanged tender I moments in the past. Anxiously

uttered with a I

of his voice stirred Raegan's heart. "Alright," she responded with her eyes

lips curled upward, fixated on her serene slumbering

fatigued, Raegan swiftly

bedroom, a cozy warmth filled the

the West Lake Villa,

sleek black )

left hand I cloaked in a sleek black leather glove, I

delicate film of the window screen, distinctly observing the activities

presence on the bed,

"Bang!" A resounding rupture.

man indeed fractured the vehicle's window using only his

of glass promptly lodged into the

driver, startled

tightly sealed as ! he removed the glove. As anticipated,

displayed old, notably I savage,

a new glove, showing no intention to address his injury

observing the movement of the

adorned with billowing curtains on the upper level, the man's lips abruptly formed a chilling smirk. Next, his lips silently moved. Barely perceptible,

a bitter smile within. Her trust in him I exceeded reasonable bounds. He I remained undecided

pressing his lips against her