Love Unbreakable

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You Must Be Thick- skinned In Courtship Mitchel's attractive features immediately took on a shadowed cast.
Raegan scoffed.
"I refuse to order any dish that costs more than two hundred dollars.” This was a first for her to voice such words, yet it was
Mitchel who had shown her disrespect first.
Despite knowing the significance of the occasion, he had ripped her dress and demeaned her in the men's restroom.
Did he ever pause to consider her emotions? Hence, Raegan resolved to not just retaliate but to shame him even greater than
the slight he dealt her.
"Raegan!" Enraged, Mitchel’s expression turned thunderous as he bellowed.
"What? Does it anger you? Mr. Dixon, is this the extent of your control?" Clutching her chest, Raegan laughed lightly.
"Here's a piece of advice.
No amount of good looks will pave your way to business success.
Better check that temper, or you'll frighten everyone off." Mitchel's visage was frosty as snow, his gaze piercing her as though he
might snap her neck at any moment.
Undaunted, Raegan tilted her chin up defiantly, meeting his stare.
It was a remarkable triumph for her to leave him at a loss for words, a feeling too grand for mere language.
Their eyes locked in a silent confrontation.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, he offered a smile, opened the door, and left without a word.
Raegan exhaled in relief, sinking onto the toilet seat, her heart pounding wildly.
She had to admit, Mitchel still had an effect on her...
It was all too close to a breakdown.
He was right.

Her body didn't lie.
The fact that she was stirred by Mitchel yet again, barely a month after their split, was mortifying.
Could anyone else ever influence her this way? It wasn't something she welcomed.
Though she might appear in control for the moment, infuriating Mitchel further could prove risky.
After a moment's reflection, she shook off these tumultuous thoughts.

Right now, her focus was to work diligently and earn more in the days ahead to settle her debts.
Then, she would save money to study abroad.
That way, she'd distance herself from Mitchel for good.
As she rose, pondering her exit, Mitchel's suit jacket on the hook caught her eye.
It would serve well to cover her.
Disregarding her annoyance with him, she donned the jacket and exited the hall to hail a taxi.
Only when safely inside the vehicle did she call Henley, explaining she had to return early due to unforeseen circumstances.
Henley's tone, soft and gentle over the phone, invited Raegan to reach out if she ever needed help.
Feeling a wave of guilt wash over her, Raegan found Henley's kindness a stark contrast to Mitchel’'s demeanor, like comparing
an angel's grace to a mere mortal’s.
An apology slipped from her lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that Henley stood at the hotel's entrance, eyes
tracking the taxi that took her away.
A chill flickered in his gaze, belied by the silky smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest well, Raegan.” Then he ended the call.
The warmth in Henley's smile faltered for a heartbeat.
He had entertained thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him, prompting
Henley to quicken his pace.

Meanwhile, Mitchel had made his way to a bar after leaving the hotel.
Luis was there, becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks with Mitchel.
Holding a cigarette between his fingers, Luis commented, “It looks like your father keeps close tabs on you.
He arranged a blind date the moment he learned about your divorce." Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you
located that woman?" Luis, shaking his head, responded, "She's vanished without a trace.
Could she be dead?” Mitchel remained silent for a moment, then added, "Even if she’s gone, the child might still be alive.
Now, Alexis is hell-bent on amassing wealth, probably for that bastard.” "Your father’s been covering that child’s tracks well.
You'll need to play along for now and wait for his slip -up.” With a subdued tone, Luis added, "I'm not entirely convinced that they
never make contact with each other.” Mitchel stayed silent, continuing to drown himself in drink.
As Mitchel downed his drinks, Luis teased, "What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?" The mention of Raegan
caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a deeper, darker brooding.
Observing this, Luis’s curiosity piqued.

“Raegan really got under your skin, huh? Need any advice?” Luis knew Mitchel all too well.
Given Mitchel’s history of arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he would undoubtedly maintain his pride, even in pursuit
of a woman.
Mitchel glanced upwards, his reply icy.
"Do you even have a wife?" The question left Luis at a loss for words.
"Mitchel had the audacity to mock me for not having a wife? Whatever! This bastard had it coming!" Luis muttered to himself.
Having satisfied his thirst, Mitchel got up to leave.
Luis, considering Mitchel's generous spending at the bar, offered a piece of advice despite everything.
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Dixon, when pursuing a woman, maintain a positive attitude and be thick-skinned." Luis had said his piece, indifferent to whether
Mitchel grasped the full intent or not.
Departing the bar, Mitchel returned to the company and stayed overnight.
Since his divorce, he had rarely visited Serenity Villas.
The memories of Raegan there only fueled his resolve to win her back, yet he feared resorting to forceful methods, something he
didn't wish to do.
The following morning, Alexis and Eloise came calling for Mitchel.
Eloise’s eyes brimmed with tears upon seeing him.
She had chased after Mitchel's car for two miles the day before, to no avail.
On her very first blind date, how could she endure being treated like this? Distraught, she sought Alexis’ support.
Alexis, having shown support for Eloise in front of Eloise’s father, brought Eloise straight to Mitchel for a proper explanation.
Mitchel's frown deepened at their arrival, querying, “Who's this?” At his words, Eloise's tears broke forth.
She was hurt that Mitchel, her blind date from just yesterday, failed to recognize her.
Alexis, having vowed to Eloise’s father to seek redress, now found himself in an awkward spot.
In a hushed tone, he chided, "This is Eloise.
Remember her from yesterday?” Only then did Mitchel recall his preoccupation with Raegan, having barely noticed Eloise.
Alexis then gently suggested to Eloise, “Why don't you wait in the lounge? I'll have my secretary whip up something tasty.
I need to speak with Mitchel, and I'll ensure he takes you out later to make amends, okay?" Eloise, casting a glance at Mitchel,
left with flushed cheeks and quiet sobs.
Once alone, Mitchel expressed his disinterest, "I can't entertain her.
If you're so fond of her, be my guest." Alexis, met with Mitchel's obstinacy, challenged him, "You're still hung up on your ex-wife,
aren't you?" Mitchel's gaze snapped to Alexis, ice in his stare.

As Alexis plotted, he pressed on, "I'm doing this for the company's future.
Don’t make me intervene with your ex, Mitchel."