Love Unbreakable

Chapter 421 The Walking ATM Raegan was at a loss for words. Mitchel was a pro at talking nonsense! Raegan huffed, "Who said I want to | have a baby with you? Let me out!" She had to take her medication while there was still a chance.

When Raegan reached for the car door, Mitchel grabbed her wrist with his large hand, pulling her close to him.

She bumped her head against his solid chest and looked up at him with annoyance. "What are you doing?" Mitchel looked at her with a cold intensity, that seemed almost threatening.

On alert, Raegan asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Seeing the look in her eyes, Mitchel felt a tightness in his chest, almost struggling to breathe. He wanted to ask her if she didn't want to have a child with him, then with whom? Worried that his controlling demeanor might push her away, Mitchel stifled his intense possessiveness. He gently | released her hand, his expression becoming somber, and said softly, "I will buy medication for you." Raegan was speechless again Mitchel came back with two kinds of medication from the drugstore. One was morning-after-pill, and the other was vitamins.

Raegan's doctor once suggested using morning-after-pill could be risky for her health. So, he didn't want her to take it. Moreover, considering the haste this morning, he doubted conception would happen so easily after just one

| try.

Once back in the car, Mitchel gave Raegan the vitamins with some warm water after opening the package.

Raegan, feeling touched, expressed her | gratitude, "Thank you." Though Mitchel could be domineering at times, he showed caring actions.

Raegan's gentle thanks seemed to ease Mitchel's irritation, and he found some comfort in watching her take the vitamins.

Mitchel thought Raegan just wasn't ready yet. There was no need to rush.

They had all the time in the world.

The car engine hummed to life once more.

Before long, they reached Raegan's studio.

Just as Raegan was about to exit the

| car, Mitchel caught her hand softly, clarifying, "I'm not against assisting \ Miss Lawrence, but this matter involves deliberate harm. And with Jarrod not pressing charges against Miss Lawrence, it's hard for me to step | in." Raegan got it. The situation between Nicole and Jarrod was indeed complex, not really open to interference from others. Considering Nicole's decision to look after Jarrod, Mitchel's hands were tied.

Raegan nodded. "Okay, I understand.” A quiet moment passed between them.

Mitchel didn't open the door, seemingly hesitant to let Raegan go, and Raegan sensed he might have more to say.

However, after a brief silence, Mitchel

' just looked at Raegan, his eyes holding her in a mesmerizing gaze. He simply didn't want to let her go! Raegan felt her cheeks warm under his intense look and broke the silence.

"Thanks for the ride. I need to head to my office now." J Mitchel wished she could stay longer with him but found no reason to ask her to, so he let her leave, though with a sense of reluctance.

Watching her from the car window as she left, Mitchel felt compelled to say, "If there's anything you need, just come to me, and..." He added softly, "I'll come to pick you up this evening." Even though Mitchel had vowed not to try to charm Raegan Over again this morning, here he was, doing just that in the afternoon.

Raegan was taken aback, not expecting this. Mitchel had been quite mad earlier in the day. Why the sudden gentleness? She declined. "Don't bother. The driver from my family..." Mitchel cut in, "We agreed I'd be your driver, and I happen to have something to do in that direction tonight anyway." Raegan didn't object to his offer since something just crossed her mind. "Just one second." Mitchel's expression changed subtly, his smile appearing naturally. "What's on your mind?" His tone was gentle and unhurried.

Raegan took out a check from her purse and passed it to him through the car window. "Just the other day, I bumped into Brent. He mentioned he had demanded five million from you.

Here's the repayment.”

Raegan had planned to settle this debt the day before yesterday, but got caught up in Nicole's issues and forgot.

Now was as good a time as any. She wasn't one to delay.

Mitchel's expression turned grim, his | mouth set in a firm line. "What's this about?" Thinking she hadn't made herself clear, Raegan elaborated, "I wanted to repay you the money you had given to Brent. Please don't give him anymore if he asks again." Raegan had already handed Brent two hundred thousand. It wasn't a huge sum, but it was significant enough.

That amount could cover three years of rent, and with steady employment, Brent could manage well. That was if Brent chose to start afresh and not waste the opportunity.

Raegan had once helped Brent clear a

debt of three million to the villagers and another million plus from a house sale, adding up to over four million.

And now, Mitchel had handed out five million more! For the average person, nearly nine million could buy a decent home and ensure a comfortable future. Yet, Brent was always looking for more.

Raegan knew Brent was the only son of her lifesaver and deemed herself having fulfilled her responsibilities with these amount of money. From now on, she resolved not to meddle in Brent's affairs, or hand him any more money.

When Mitchel didn't accept the check, Raegan, feeling her arm grow weary, placed it on the dashboard. She then offered a sincere piece of advice, "If Brent approaches you again, just tell him we're divorced. He has no reason

| to ask you for money." Raegan wasn't lecturing without - reason. She understood Brent's character all too well. Brent probably saw Mitchel as "the walking ATM!" | Mitchel's face became even colder. He couldn't take it anymore. Raegan refused to bear his child, and he reluctantly endured it. She insisted on taking the morning-after pill, and he managed to tolerate it by presenting her with vitamins. Now, she was repaying old debts, and making it clear they had no ties! Raegan's definitive stance made Mitchel grip the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whitened, a surge of frustration filling his chest.

All of a sudden, he snatched the check from the dashboard, ripped it to pieces, and with a steely look, he firmly said, "I chose to give that money. It's not

your place to worry." Then, he pressed down on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove off.

Raegan was left in utter disbelief at his | behavior. His moods were just too unpredictable! | Back at her office, Raegan threw herself into her work, pushing the day's earlier events out of her mind.

Lately, Crescent had seen a surge in popularity, attracting numerous high- end custom orders.

Plus, since Arthen Entertainment had stayed neutral during a past controversy, it won favor with the public, enhancing its celebrities’ visibility. Devonte showed his appreciation for Raegan by giving her all future assignments for red-carpet

events and makeup for their artists To make things easier, Elin had even found an apartment close to the office.

| Crescent's HR team was on a hiring spree.

With the studio flourishing, Raegan felt a deep sense of fulfillment. She dreamed of Crescent's reputation reaching every corner of the world, maybe even reaching her mother, hoping it would bring her back. This & g dream kept Raegan motivated.

Raegan stayed at work until late. She offered Elin a lift, but Elin chose to stay behind to wrap up some tasks.

Thus, Raegan set off for home by herself. It wasn't until she left the office that she noticed the evening had turned to night.

The road outside her workplace was empty, dimming her mood slightly. She

guessed Mitchel, who had stormed off earlier, wouldn't come back, and she had forgotten to arrange a ride with her family's driver for the evening. If she called her driver from West Lake Villa now, she'd have to wait for a | while.

So, Raegan chose to book a ride online.

The taxi driver soon called Raegan, saying he couldn't get to her exact location and asked her to meet him at a nearby traffic light.

As Raegan walked to the spot, focused on her phone, something felt wrong. It was as if someone in rubber-soled shoes was echoing her steps from the beginning.

Raegan sped up, faking a phone call.

"Hello? You've arrived? Where are you?" Not far away, there was a white sedan.

| Raegan added, "Oh, is that the white car over there? I'll be right there." The person following Raegan seemed to pause, thrown off by her words.

Feeling a bit safer, Raegan didn't dare | to glance back and quickened her pace toward the sedan.

Then, shockingly, the person in the white sedan started and drove away, revealing her bluff.

Raegan's heart raced as she sprinted.

"Clack!" The sound of those rubber- soled shoes followed, getting faster.

Raegan hadn't gone far when someone yanked her hair forcefully.

"Ah!" Raegan let out a scream, clutching at her hair and shouting for help, "Help!" Her assailant pushed her to the ground and knelt over her, quickly silencing

| her with tape and whispered angrily, "Quiet, you little bitch!"