Love Unbreakable

Chapter 412 Stealing a Kiss The atmosphere grew increasingly thin.

| | 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

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

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

| | Mitchel should have released Raegal. | 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

| room on the third level, but ensure minimal noise." / "Understood." Mitchel cleared his throat gently, adding, "Should I receive any updates..." | 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 | 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."

| 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.

| "What are you doing!" Following her | words, she pulled the blanket over her face, exposing only her tousled hair, a sight quite endearing.

A flicker of amusement danced in Mitchel's eyes, his voice resonated deep and soothing. "I can't sleep in my attire." "But you can't be unclothed!" Raegan's voice, muffled beneath the blanket, protested.

Mitchel, sounding resigned, stated, "As a habit, I refrain from wearing anything under my shirt." Fortunately, Mitchel had taken a bath beforehand. Otherwise, Raegan likely

| wouldn't have allowed him to.

Raegan contemplated for a moment | before softly stating, "In the third drawer on the left, there's a set of pajamas 1 had tailor-made for my | brother. They're brand new. You can | wear them." Mitchel's tone conveyed a subtle chill as he remarked, "It must be pleasant to be your brother." Raegan was speechless. Had she not misunderstood, there appeared to be a touch of bitterness in his voice.

Mitchel... Was it possible that 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, and Erick hadn't

| even had the opportunity to wear them.

) "I will." Mitchel's gaze narrowed ever | so slightly as his fingers slowly slipped into the sleeves. The motion unveiled | his well-defined abdominal muscles | and the distinct V-shaped lines, making the simple act of putting on pajamas extraordinarily slow.

Raegan couldn't help but wonder whether he was intentionally prolonging the process.

Catching a glimpse of his appealing physique, her heart rate quickened momentarily. She turned away and lay back down.

Soon after, the opposite side of the bed sank down.

Raegan's heart suddenly tightened. It had been a considerable while since she last shared a bed with a man.

Additionally, it was a male companion with whom she had exchanged tender | moments in the past. Anxiously ruminating, she prayed for Nicole's safety.

| "Good night," Mitchel uttered with a | glint in his eyes, observing Raegan's quivering lashes.

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

Mitchel's lips curled upward, fixated on her serene slumbering countenance.

Possibly genuinely fatigued, Raegan swiftly drifted into sleep.

Within the bedroom, a cozy warmth filled the air.

Contrarily, beyond the West Lake Villa, an icy, ominous presence lingered.

| Adjacent to the villa, a sleek black ) automobile had its window partially lowered.

Inside, a man donning a white porcelain half-mask, his left hand | cloaked in a sleek black leather glove, | wielded a unique device directed toward Raegan's upstairs bedroom.

This device could breach the delicate film of the window screen, distinctly observing the activities of the individuals indoors.

Upon witnessing their shared presence on the bed, the leather glove descended gradually.

"Bang!" A resounding rupture.

The man indeed fractured the vehicle's window using only his hand.

Fragments of glass promptly lodged into the leather glove.

The driver, startled and alarmed,

| exclaimed, "Sir!" The man's mouth was tightly sealed as ! he removed the glove. As anticipated, his palm dripped with fresh blood.

. Pallid skin displayed old, notably | savage, and frightening scars.

| The man casually adorned a new glove, showing no intention to address his injury at all.

The driver refrained from further utterance, merely observing the movement of the man's slender lips.

"Let's go." The car started.@ Turning his gaze toward the bedroom adorned with billowing curtains on the upper level, the man's lips abruptly formed a chilling smirk. Next, his lips silently moved. Barely perceptible, yet conveying a sense of ownership: They belonged solely to me!

In the warm bedroom, Mitchel, : supporting his head, observed Raegan sleeping peacefully, harboring a bitter smile within. Her trust in him | exceeded reasonable bounds. He | remained undecided regarding the fortune of her excessive trust.

Slowly, he inclined, softly pressing his lips against her forehead.

Raegan slumbered peacefully, her tender and perfumed form enticingly intoxicating, each touch igniting an insatiable longing within Mitchel.

Mitchel's heart surged with desire, grappling to contain his yearning. His gaze deepened as he attempted to suppress his desire. He dared not betray the hard-earned trust.

Although enduring was challenging, having already waited five years, he

| could endure a bit longer. He hoped she would willingly surrender herself to him.

Reluctantly shifting his gaze from her countenance, just as he prepared to | recline for repose, he heard her | murmuring. "Honey..." The peacefully slumbering Raegan suddenly uttered such a phrase.

Instantly, Mitchel's heart raced uncontrollably.

He gently pinched Raegan's cheek, his voice husky as he inquired, "What did you just say?" possibly discomforted by the pinch, Raegan shifted away, emitting an unconscious hum.

Only then did Mitchel discern that she was speaking in her sleep.

His body tensed, Mitchel gently brushed aside the hair from her

| delicate neck, saying coaxingly, "Raegan, my dear, repeat it once more." / Raegan dreamt of Kabir, her acting husband in Erick's efforts to keep Mitchel from learning he was precisely |Janey's biological father.

| Unconsciously, her lips moved, uttering softly, "You're not my husband..." Mitchel's forehead creased slightly, correcting her, "1 am." Exhausted, Raegan was unwilling to continue speaking.

Mitchel, feeling helpless, softly patted her back. "Rest peacefully.” Dawn was breaking.

Raegan gradually blinked her eyes open, automatically stretching. Amidst of her stretch, her hand met with something solid, causing her to halt suddenly.

| Glancing over, she realized she had inadvertently clasped onto Mitchel's chest.

In a panic, she scrambled to sit upright. Yet, her sudden movement | caused dizziness, and she tumbled | onto Mitchel.

To make matters WOISE, their lips inadvertently brushed against each other.

Mitchel was jolted awake by the sudden collision.

Instinctively, he seized Raegan's slender waist, swiftly flipping her over and securing her beneath him in a defensive stance. Upon identifying Raegan's face, his gaze abruptly darkened.

Mitchel released his hold, adjusting to 2 more intimate embrace, his voice deep and throaty. "Attempting to steal

a kiss, are you?"