Love Unbreakable

Chapter 350 Want to Touch It Raegan lingered outside Mitchel's hospital room for a moment. His ward surrounded by bodyguards, she felt a bit nervous about getting caught.

Finally, as the bodyguards switched duties, Raegan ducked her head and slipped in quietly. Dressed as a nurse, she found it easier to blend into the background.

Nicole had even thoughtfully provided Raegan with a nurse's badge for the hospital. It was even more unlikely for her to catch anyone's eye.

Upon entering, Raegan found Mitchel asleep, his eyes shut. She moved closer and noticed bruises on his otherwise handsome face that hadn't healed yet.

His arm injury had healed up a bit, and he didn't bother with a bandage.

Underneath his clothing, there seemed to be a lump on his shoulder, likely covered in thick bandages.

Raegan suddenly felt sorry for him. He got hurt on his shoulder when he rescued her, and after that, he was beaten by her brother. He seemed to be severely injured by her brother.

Even in his sleep, Mitchel's expression was tense, his majestic eyebrows furrowed.

Without thinking, Raegan reached out, intending to ease the furrows on his brow.

As soon as her fingertips brushed against his forehead, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Raegan's fingers froze, caught in the act of withdrawing.

Mitchel was slowly coming. to, his mind still foggy from sleep. His deep gaze locked onto the delicate fingers before him as he coldly inquired, "What are you doing?" Raegan found herself at a loss for words. She gave the Mitchel a smack on the forehead.

This action snapped Mitchel to full alertness, his gaze sharpening on her.

His look conveyed a clear message: without a good explanation, there would be consequences.

Raegan's heart raced, her voice deliberately high-pitched as she explained behind the mask, "Mosquitos here." Mitchel was rendered speechless. He

looked at Raegan, his gaze cold and detached.

If Raegan didn't think her disguise was good enough, she almost felt like he knew who she was.

Raegan bowed her head, like a shy bird, whispering gently, "Take care. I'm heading out." Having confirmed that he wasn't in mortal danger and didn't seem like he would be disabled, Raegan was relieved.

Just as she turned to leave, she heard his cold request from behind. "I need some water." Raegan paused. Pretending not to hear, she attempted to walk away but was stopped by his firm grip.

"Do you not hear? I said I need water."

With no escape possible, Raegan nodded, her head still lowered, and muttered, "Alright then." The water heater was situated right next to the bed, making Raegan feel as though Mitchel was watching her every action. The sensation was overwhelmingly uncomfortable.

She offered him the water. However, he didn't accept it, his voice deep and commanding. "Feed it to me." Raegan was dumbfounded. The impulse to throw the water in his face crossed her mind. What sort of strange liking was this, needing a nurse to feed him water with his hand available? So vulgar! Raegan restrained herself, worried about revealing her identity. She adjusted the bed's angle to facilitate

drinking.

Reflecting on her actions, Raegan was taken aback by her own behavior. How could she manage something entirely new to her with such ease and grace? Could it be she had often taken care of him in the past? Pushing these thoughts aside, she carefully brought the cup to his lips.

Mitchel tasted the water and complained, "It's too hot." Raegan was taken aback, questioning, "It isn't hot, is it?" Raegan double-checked the water's temperature, ensuring it was not too hot.

with his handsome face clouded in frustration, Mitchel snapped, "What's your name? You're so careless. Don't

trust me? Try it yourself." Confused by his stern tone, Raegan wondered if she had indeed made a mistake with the temperature. She quickly took a cautious sip. The water was not hot at all. In fact, it was pleasantly warm.

She stated, confused, "It's not hot." "Really?" Mitchel's gaze intensified.

"Then, I'll have another sip." Raegan passed the cup back to him.

This time, he took it without requesting her assistance, and he drank on his own.

It was only then that Raegan noticed they had shared the cup. And the spot Mitchel took a drink from was exactly where she had just sipped.

She awkwardly attempted to take the |

cup back, apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry about that, this cup..." Mitchel gave her the cup, now without any water left, and waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine." Raegan figured if he wasn't bothered, she might as well drop it. She was about to leave when Mitchel's arm stopped her, gripping tightly as though he was worried she might escape.

Mitchel asked, "My wound's stinging a bit. Could you see if it's opened up?" Raegan was eager to get away, promptly responding, "I'll get a doctor for you." However, Mitchel held on, firmly requesting, "No, you check it now." Sighing silently, Raegan found herself speechless. "I don't want to cause you

any pain." Mitchel firmly assured, "It's fine." Raegan inhaled deeply. Alright then.

Given that she played a part in his injuries, she felt obliged to check on it.

She looked at Mitchel, and he returned her look. Their gazes met, holding for a brief moment.

Mitchel said, "Help me undress." "Excuse me?" Raegan's eyes went wide with astonishment.

Mitchel gestured toward his bandaged right hand, explaining, "I can't doit." Raegan noticed his right hand, indeed encased in bandages. Yet, she found herself hesitating. Today wasn't quite like that car emergency.

"Why are you taking so long?" Mitchel

asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. It seemed he regarded her merely as a nurse lacking in professionalism.

Left with little choice, Raegan moved closer to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

His casual wear was loose, gradually revealing his well-defined abs as she undid each button.

They met face to face. Mitchel's intense presence nearly overwhelmed Raegan.

Raegan's cheeks warmed, and her hands shook ever so slightly.

Mitchel glanced at her, a smirk forming. "Haven't done this before?" Raegan found herself at a loss for words. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. What a rogue! Teasing a female nurse like this! She now realized looks could be misleading,

glad she saw through him today.

Raegan huffed. "I have." Then, she quickened her pace, managing to unfasten all the buttons at last.

Standing up, she gently pulled his shirt away halfway, attentively checking his injury. The bandage looked good, with no signs of tearing.

Gazing at the wound on his shoulder, her mind was suddenly filled with vivid images. It appeared to be in a hospital room as well, where Mitchel passionately kissed her on the bed, enjoying themselves without any discomfort.

Her cheeks warmed with the recollection. Quickly re-dressing him, she uttered, "It's... It's okay." Mitchel noticing her averted gaze and reddened cheeks, felt a surge of

curiosity. Next, he seized her quick, clumsy hand, which was trying to button up. With a rough voice, he inquired, "Want to touch?"