Love Unbreakable

Chapter 366 This Man Consoled Himself Raegan's voice shook as she asked, "How could this happen?" "You've been away for three days. Mr.

Dixon hasn't been eating well, just sipping the soup you had delivered each day. Today, he wouldn't even touch the soup and then he started coughing up blood out of nowhere. The doctor says it's acute gastric bleeding..." Matteo urgently replied.

"Miss Foster, could you please come over now, if that's okay?" After ending the call, Raegan felt a storm brewing inside her, her hands and feet icy cold. Why did Mitchel have to be so stubborn? If she didn't show up, he refused to eat. Couldn't he know how to take care of himself? Plus, he

was sick. Why was he punishing himself? But then, Raegan guessed she was also to blame. She did say she would take care of him.

Torn and worried, Raegan told the driver, "Let's head to the hospital." Upon her arrival at the hospital, Raegan spotted Matteo standing at the ward door. He handed over a thermos, suggesting, "Miss Foster, Mr. Dixon just had an IV and is resting now. He can try some porridge when he wakes.

Please, make sure he eats." Raegan nodded, walked in, and quietly placed the porridge near Mitchel's bed.

Mitchel's eyes were shut, making it hard to tell if he was asleep. His once striking face now looked deathly pale, even more so than three days before.

A pang of worry hit Raegan. Why did

he look even worse now? She took a seat next to the bed, and after a moment, noticing he wasn't upset, she couldn't help but reach out to check his breathing, Thankfully, his breathing was steady.

Raegan finally let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she started to pull her hand back, Mitchel grabbed it.

Mitchel cracked open his eyes, his voice a bit deep. "I'm not dead yet." Raegan found herself at a loss for words.

Suddenly, the mood turned awkward.

Raegan slipped her finger away, lowered her head a bit, and tried to change the subject. "Now that you're up, you should eat some porridge." After serving the porridge, she adjusted Mitchel's bed to a sitting

position, placed the tray down, and set the porridge on it.

With everything set, she found herself without anything else to say and simply sat there quietly.

Five minutes passed by. Mitchel didn't touch the porridge. Instead, he pulled out a business magazine and started reading with keen interest.

The tension in the room thickened.

Before, Raegan wouldn't have bothered if he didn't eat.

However, knowing that Mitchel got hurt because of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking for any recognition, Raegan couldn't bring herself to be indifferent.

Remembering Matteo's advice, she said, "Your stomach is weak. You need to eat the porridge first."

Mitchel didn't respond, his attention fixed on the magazine.

Raegan felt at a loss. It was obvious-he was upset.

With the porridge getting cold, she softened her voice. "It wasn't on purpose that I missed your calls today.

I was really swamped." Mitchel finally turned to face her and said coldly, "Busy the day before yesterday, busy yesterday and busy today?" Raegan's heart raced under his intense look. "Yes, really..." Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted, "Well, keep being busy then." His attractive features seemed to darken, a hint of hurt in his voice.

Raegan found herself unable to stay

seated, her feet itching to walk away right then.

But then Mitchel's chilly voice stopped her in her tracks. "Anyway, throwing up blood isn't deadly." At his words, Raegan, who was about to get up, sat back down.

Mitchel's tense expression eased a bit.

He silently mocked, thinking how inconsistent she was. She could dish out cutting remarks, and he'd hold his tongue, but the moment he retorted, she thought of leaving. Furthermore, her face showed no guilt for having misled him the past couple of days.

Feeling another twinge of discomfort, Mitchel couldn't help but grimace.

Raegan saw his face turn even paler and realized it wasn't right to be mad at someone who was sick. She decided to let him express his feelings if it

made him feel any better. After all, it did not harm her.

In a softer tone, she offered, "Can you at least eat something if I feed you?" Mitchel didn't respond, pushing Raegan to impatience. "Then what do you want? If nothing seems right..." "Fine," Mitchel abruptly conceded.

"When did I ever say it wasn't okay?" "Then why stay silent?" With that, Raegan took some porridge and gently brought it to his mouth.

Mitchel grimaced as he ate and sneered, "Men never say they can't." Understanding the double meaning, Raegan blushed. "You have no shame." "How am I shameless? What I'm saying is true, right?" His eyes twinkled. "Give it another try with me.

You've never told me I couldn't

before..." Suddenly, Raegan's cheeks turned even redder. He was being so forward! Mitchel went on, "Had you ever used that word with me before, you wouldn't have managed to leave the bed for a week." Fuming yet embarrassed, Raegan threatened, "Keep it up, and I'm out of here..." As she tried to put the bowl down, Mitchel quickly caught her wrist. "I want more." Then he took another spoonful from her hand, a gesture that felt both casual and close.

Raegan pulled her hand back, feeling awkward. "This isn't working for me." "Whatever works for you." Mitchel's mood lightened all of a sudden. His

voice, no longer cold but deep and enticing.

Raegan, feeling her cheeks heat up, finished feeding him the whole bowl and then suggested, "Try to eat less.

Your stomach isn't completely healed yet." Her words brought a smile to Mitchel's face. She was caring for him! All of his irritation disappeared in an instant. He grinned happily and said, "Seeing how you're worried about me, I'll let it go." Raegan was at a loss for words. She hadn't even brought up that it was all on Matteo's instructions. And Mitchel had already shifted from frustration to light-hearted.

Raegan corrected him, "Who said I was worried about you? Matteo told me to do so." Mitchel chuckled. "Sure, Matteo told

you, but you could've stayed silent. Just like when I was really sick, you could've made up excuses not to show up, but here you are, speaking out and being here." Mitchel's good looks naturally drew people in. Now that he was in a better mood, his allure seemed even stronger.

He playfully challenged, "Doesn't that show you care for me?" His reasoning was straightforward and convincing. Raegan couldn't come up with a rebuttal. Thinking it over, she wondered whether she began to care for him.