Love Unbreakable

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Explain To Me Raegan was in a sulk.
She was not defending Eloise.
She was angry at Mitchel for sleeping with Eloise even though he didn’t intend to be with Eloise.
Wasn't he an irresponsible scumbag? At the thought of this, Raegan couldn't sit still.
She stood up in a fit, wanting to drink water to calm down.
But before she could stand firm, Mitchel stretched out his arms, wrapped them around her slim waist, and pulled her back.
Raegan fell and sat on the edge of the bed with Mitchel's strong arms around her waist.
From afar, one could say that her whole figure was trapped in his arms in an intimate posture.
"Mitchel!" Raegan shouted angrily.
She wanted to get up from the bed, but she didn't dare to act rashly because of his wound.
Afraid of hurting him, she could only turn her head and glare at him.
"Yes?" Mitchel looked at her.
His deep-set black eyes were smiling.
were smiling.
"Let go of me." Raegan tried to pry off his arms but to no avail.
Mitchel easily held her chin and pinched it.
"Explain to me what a scumbag means.” Raegan bit her lower lip.
Then she said, "A scumbag is a man who doesn't want to be engaged to a woman but still...
And that is you.
You are a scumbag.” Raegan despised Mitchel for playing with women.

Mitchel frowned upon hearing her answer.
"What? I don't understand.” Raegan said vaguely, "That's..." "That's what?” Raegan crossed her fingers and said fiercely, "You
do this!" "Holding hands? No, I never held her hands," Mitchel explained, looking serious.
"No, I didn't mean holding hands." "Then what?" Mitchel deliberately squeezed his slender and beautiful fingers into hers and
asked, “What is this?” Raegan's face flushed and turned even redder than a ripe tomato.
Knowing that she was blushing, she turned her face away to hide it.
She murmured through clenched teeth, "You are a rogue." Mitchel smiled and teased her for a moment.
Then he became serious and explained, "I have never done anything with her.
How did you come to such a conclusion?” Raegan blinked a few times.
She asked in astonishment, "You haven't?" Mitchel nodded.
“Never in my life." He led her hand to his crotch and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't believe me, you can check..." Raegan's
fingertips brushed his crotch lightly, and it seemed to harden.
Raegan jerked away as if she was burned and snapped, "Mitchel, what's wrong with you?” Mitchel raised his eyebrows.
“Be thankful that I am injured.

Otherwise, I won't be reasoning with you right now." He pointed at the snow-white bed sheet under him and said meaningfully,
"Instead, I'm going to press you here.” Raegan's ears turned hot and red.
Was this really the only thing in his mind every time they were together? Mitchel squeezed her palm and said, "Come on, tell me.
What made you think I did it?" Raegan didn't want to hide it from him.
"That night, I heard Eloise moaning outside the tent.
She called your name." Hearing this, Mitchel pinched the tip of her nose gently.
"And that's how you reach a conclusion? I wasn't in her tent that night.
I was in the tent next to yours." "Next to mine? How can that be?” Raegan frowned, dubious.

"That tent belonged to the worker Bryce hired, right?” "We swapped," Mitchel explained.
Raegan was even more confused.
If the person inside Eloise’s tent wasn't Mitchel, who could it be? Aside from Mitchel, there was only Bryce.
Mitchel noticed the confusion on Raegan's face.
"Maybe they drank too much that night.” Raegan was so shocked that she couldn't digest all the information.
Bryce was only a high school student, right? Although he was already an adult at his age, he was still a child in her eyes.
Besides, his childishness and impulsiveness prevented her from treating him as an adult.
"So, you're still in doubt?" Mitchel held her hand and gently touched the pulp of her fingers.
He smiled and said, “It seems that my kissing skills were no longer powerful.
You can't feel how much I want to do it with you...” Mitchel's words trailed off, not wanting to drive her away.
Yet, Raegan got nervous at his words.
She moved away, fearing he would really do something.
Mitchel's face turned gloomy.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her back.
"There should be no hiding from me." Mitchel held her face and stared at her.
His eyes were bright and charming at this moment.
He said, “I’ve told you everything.
Shouldn't it be your turn now?" "My...
My turn? What do you mean?" Raegan felt like her heart was in her throat.
"I only want to ask you one question.

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Be honest with me.
You and Henley..." Mitchel paused.
It was as if his mouth would taste bitter if he said those words.
After a while, he finally said it, although with difficulty, "Are you in a relationship?” Something flashed across Raegan’'s eyes.
She said without even looking at him, “It doesn’t matter.” Mitchel reached out, held her jaw, and raised her face.
He didn't allow her to lower her head and avoid his gaze.
Their eyes met.
He said, "Tell me.

It's very important to me.” Although he looked calm, his mind had already been a mess for a long time.
It was important to him because it was related to how he would win her back.
He had investigated and found the two of them had never spent some hours together except that night.
For him, this was a big problem.
He knew Raegan's magic.
Any man who slept with her would want her over and over again.
He didn't believe any man could refuse her unless those preferred a man to an attractive woman.
Under the warm yellow light from the bedside table, Mitchel's facial features were well-craved.
His eyelashes were thick, adding to his allure when meeting his gaze.
Raegan swallowed hard.
She didn't want to be tempted by his handsomeness, so she changed the topic.
"It's a private matter.

I don’t want to answer it.” But she didn't know that her refusal to give Mitchel a direct answer made him ecstatic.
Mitchel knew Raegan too well.
When she wanted to lie about something, she would avert her gaze and change the topic.
"You didn't, right?" Mitchel touched her forehead and repeated, "You didn't." Raegan pushed his arm.
"It’s none of your business.” Mitchel was amused.
The more she behaved like this, the more she looked like a child who lied.
Mitchel frowned, afraid he could not hold back his laughter the next second.
He held her hand and put it on the wound of his chest.
Then he said with a trace of humbleness and begging in his tone, "Raegan, please don't lie to me.
It hurts so much here.
Don't you feel sorry for me?” Raegan put on a straight face and kept on her acting.
"Iam not lying to you." "You little liar," Mitchel firmly remarked.
"I don't care whether you believe me or not,” Raegan said calmly.
She brushed off his hand and said, "Let go of me first." "No, I won't,” Mitchel refused stubbornly.
Raegan was annoyed.
She pushed him and stood up.
But she was surprised when she heard a loud thump.
It turned out that Mitchel bumped into the bedside table.
He groaned in pain.
Raegan was stunned.

She didn't use much strength.
How did he fall like that? But when she saw the cold sweat on his forehead and his pale face, she realized something was really
wrong with him.
She panicked at once.
Mitchel was injured.
Even if Raegan didn't use much strength, he might still not stand it.
When Raegan saw the beads of sweat on Mitchel's forehead, her heart skipped a beat.
She quickly reached out to ring the bell.
But suddenly, Mitchel grabbed her hand and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."