Love Unbreakable

Chapter 301 I Hate You In an instant, the images suddenly overlapped.

Mitchel swallowed hard as past memories flashed through his mind.

Just like those days five years past, Mitchel and Raegan's dynamic mirrored that last rendezvous. One yearned for a divorce while the other clung to the marriage.

At that precise moment, a waiter strolled past, balancing a tray of dishes in hand.

Mitchel swiftly extended his arm, fearing the waiter might accidentally collide with Raegan.

But Raegan, on pure instinct, evaded his grasp, stepping back abruptly. Her slender waist met the table's corner,

drawing a furrowed brow and a muffled groan from her.

Mitchel's breath hitched, his han suspended in the air. Withdrawing his hand, he concealed the ache in his heart and inquired, "Is your aversion for me that intense?" Her disdain for him ran so deep that she'd rather hurt herself than let him touch her.

Mitchel's attractive eyes reddened slightly, his wounded expression holding a strangely captivating allure.

Raegan lifted her eyes, a sharp edge in her words. "Certainly, Mr. Dixon! My loathing against you surpasses your wildest imagination." Coupled with the disdain in her gaze, Raegan's words were like an unforgiving sword mercilessly piercing Mitchel.

Emotions be damned. Raegan disregarded his feelings and spoke up.

"Since you have nothing of substance | to contribute, kindly step aside: T wari.

to go." Mitchel's gaze darkened as he stood his ground, a formidable mountain barring her path.

"Mr. Dixon?" Raegan exclaimed annoyingly.

"Why?" Mitchel's voice carried an enduring chill.

"What?" Raegan inquired.

"Why harbor such an intense hatred toward me?" Mitchel's countenance turned icy as he meticulously recollected. Since Raegan's return, their encounters had been fleeting, happening only two or three times.

Raegan possessed no recollection of him due to the car incident. Hence,

Mitchel couldn't fathom the depth of her loathing. For a moment, a peculiar notion crept in. He wondered if Raegan feigned amnesia to evade him.

Raegan perceived Mitchel's thought process as a deviation from the norm.

She articulated, "I detest being coerced against my will. And it's not just because of that. My disdain for you began from the very first moment we crossed paths." Raegan assumed her memory loss played a role. Moreover, her repulsion and instinctive resistance toward Mitchel remained steadfast.

Erick had provided scant details regarding events preceding her amnesia. Raegan held a vague awareness of the turbulent life she once led, with much suffering inflicted by Mitchel.

Mitchel's gaze held a profound,

suppressed sorrow, and the veins on his hand bulged as he clenched his fist.

In a measured tone, he declared, "I am your husband." B His implication rested on the premise that he possessed the right to draw near her. She was his wife, and in his eyes, his actions didn't constitute coercion.

"Mr. Dixon, are you not aware that I've lost my memory about you?" Raegan inquired.

Raegan gestured toward the bustling servers, adding, "To me, you're no different from the strangers passing by." At those words, Mitchel pressed his lips tightly. Abruptly, he reached out, gripping her wrist and forcefully guiding her aside.

"You!" Raegan didn't have time to

resist and found herself ushered into a chamber.

With a bang, the door slammed shut | with force, the echo of the lock reverberating through the room.

Mitchel pressed Raegan against the wall, his touch unyielding. His hand enveloped her waist while the other was propped near her ear.

In an instant, the confined space was awash with the inviting fragrance of Mitchel's cologne, permeating every breath Raegan took.

Their closeness was evident, causing a sensation of suffocation to engulf Raegan.

Raegan abruptly snapped back to reality, her breath quickening. She exerted herself to push him away, demanding, "Mitchel! What are you up to now?"

Mitchel possessed exceptional strength. His hold on her waist remained unyielding, impervious to her most ardent efforts. a That left Raegan feeling trapped, unable to free herself from his control.

In a fit of anger and frustration, she glared at him. "Let me go!" Raegan yelled, her voice edged with frustration.

Mitchel dipped his head, his gaze carrying a dangerous intensity. "Am I nothing more than a stranger to you?" he inquired.

Raegan remained utterly speechless, opting to ignore him. However, she found herself ensnared, unable to break free. His grip on her waist tightened as if he intended to coerce her into speaking.

A pained wince escaped Raegan, and her brow furrowed. "Mitchel, have you

lost your mind?" Raegan's anger had permeated deep into her heart, fueling an urge to vent her frustration even if it meant biting Mitchel a few times.

Mitchel gazed at her in silence for an extended moment, his voice eventually descending into a hushed whisper. "Do I really mean nothing to you?" He spoke in a low, wounded tone.

Trapped within his grasp, Raegan's anger smoldered, and she responded sternly, "Even if you ask a hundred times, the answer is still yes." A heavy silence settled in the room.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed slightly, giving him an intimidating aura.

"Please release me," Raegan requested calmly, having taken a deep breath to steady herself, her tone displaying indifference. She was aware that the :

angrier she became, the more control he held over her.

"You're not considering another kiss, are you?" Raegan posed her question with a mocking smile. "Mr. Dixon, is your desire that insatiable? If you're truly that horny, I can find you some prostitutes.” Raegan intentionally belittled Mitchel, anticipating that someone as haughty as he might explode and lose interest in her after hearing such words.

As she had expected, Mitchel's gaze turned even colder, and he released his hold on her. "Do you believe I'm horny for women?" His voice grew icy, concealed anger simmering beneath.

Raegan's racing heart gradually settled.

Her little tricks had evidently worked.

She pressed on, her tone nonchalant,

"You're reading too much into it. I don't even know you. I merely inferred from your actions that you might be | missing a woman in your life." — In her eyes, he held no significance.

"Mr. Dixon, could you please step aside?" Raegan rubbed her sore wrist, her patience wearing thin.

Mitchel's eyes bore into her, an inscrutable blend of emotions lurking beneath the surface.

Raegan cared little for his thoughts and began to move past him, intending to leave.

But in an unexpected twist, her shoulder grew heavy, and her body found itself pressed against the wall once more. His slender lips promptly met hers.

Mitchel's eyes shut, kissing her with a fervor that bordered on madness. He

persisted as if trying to reclaim something lost, unwilling to relent.

Raegan's eyes widened, confronted by his handsome face in such clc.e proximity.

As the realization dawned upon her, her anger flared. She couldn't fathom his audacity. He was behaving like a rogue once more.

Mitchel had thrust his tongue into Raegan's mouth, prompting her to shut her eyes and fiercely clamp down on his intruding tongue.

An instant later, the unmistakable taste of blood spread in their mouths.

A resounding smack followed promptly. The sound of Raegan's palm striking Mitchel's cheek was crisp and reverberated in the room.

It felt as though everything around them had frozen at that moment.

| Bearing her simmering anger, Raegan stomped forcefully on Mitchel's leather-clad foot.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have I" .c impact, as he displayed no signs of discomfort on his face.

Raegan regretted opting for flats today.

Heels might have been more effective.

"Mr. Dixon, if your desires are so insatiable, go find your beloved Lauren.

Must you persist in pestering me?" Mitchel sported a crimson mark on his otherwise handsome visage, a faint hint of blood lingering on his tongue.

His dark eyes narrowed, his voice carrying both anger and restraint. "I want no one but you." "But I want nothing to do with you. I don't like you. I don't know you. I despise you. Is that clear enough for you? Can you understand it now?" Raegan's eyes revealed nothing but

disgust and irritation, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. Not even a glimmer.

Observing this shattered Mitchel's heart into pieces. The once-joyful gaze she used to cast upon him had metamorphosed into pure loathing.

Nonetheless, Mitchel clung steadfastly to Raegan's hand.

Raegan issued a stern ultimatum, "Are you releasing me, or shall I summon the authorities?" A searing ache persisted in Mitchel's chest, and he chuckled bitterly with brooding anger. "Go ahead and summon the authorities."