Love Unbreakable

Inside the chamber, a woman giggled and said, "Mr. Dixon, have a drink..." Raegan stopped in her tracks, her complexion turning white in an instant.

Matteo, who had just entered from outside, was initially surprised at the sight of Raegan. Yet, when he caught sight of what was happening inside the chamber, his expression shifted to one of shock.

Matteo had only stepped out for a brief moment, and Mr.

Ortega had already invited two women in revealing outfits to join them for drinks.

Furthermore, one of the women positioned herself strategically next to Mitchel, deliberately leaned to him with her upper body slightly bent. Her clothes moved up with her movement, revealing part of her skin. She used the excuse of urging Mitchel to take a sip to keep chatting with him.

Matteo sighed. He had invited Raegan over to break the

ice, not to make things worse. "Miss Foster, it's... Well, please don't misunderstand..." Matteo attempted to clarify the situation but found himself struggling to find the right words momentarily.

Suddenly, Raegan asked, "Matteo, was there anything wrong with Mr. Dixon yesterday?" "Well..." Matteo couldn't precisely point out what had gone wrong. He was just an assistant. Mitchel wouldn't share his mental activities with him.

After pondering for a short while, Matteo replied, "Mr.

Dixon had wrapped up a meeting yesterday and hurried back to Berton. Then, he headed to the market for some seafood. Once he headed to your house and found you weren't there, he checked and found out you had gone to Ashfield. He then dashed off to Ashfield..." Raegan pieced it together. So, Mitchel was in Ashfield when they talked via phone last night. Perhaps he even saw Stefan. So, he was mad and chose to ignore her messages and calls. He went to this club instead of her

place since he was still annoyed. oo "Miss Foster, please don't leave yet. How about | arrange a room for you to wait..." Matteo suggested.

"There's no need for that," Raegan cut in and strode into the chamber elegantly.

When Raegan first laid eyes on the scene inside the chamber, she hesitated, wanting to leave. She couldn't find the courage within herself to walk in and ask Mitchel.

Yet, Matteo's words had given her a new perspective. If Mitchel was mad due to his misunderstanding about the previous night, it needed to be cleared up.

As soon as Raegan stepped in, Mitchel's gaze was locked on her. She donned a classic little red dress with slender black straps, looking exceptionally charming.

Mitchel let out a dismissive snort. The nights in Ardlens were still chilly, but Raegan appeared indifferent to the cold.

Mitchel hadn't accepted the drink from the woman beside him. Instead, he grabbed a nearby glass and finished it in

one gulp.

"Didn't you just say you can get Mr. Dixon to drink your glass?" Mr. Ortega teased the woman beside Mitchel, "If he doesn't drink, you'll have to undress yourself..." The woman, looking pitiful, tugged at Mitchel's sleeve and pleaded, "Mr. Dixon, do you really want to see me undress? Can't you show a bit of mercy?" ‘While she talked, she leaned in closer to Mitchel, the thin fabric of her dress barely concealing her form. She was using all her charms to seduce Mitchel.

In her view, winning over Mitchel was all that mattered, even if it meant undressing herself. Her friends had all prospered similarly, enjoying lavish lifestyles since then.

The woman hadn't settled yet because she was choosy, unwilling to compromise for just any affluent man. Yet, Mitchel checked all her boxes. He was handsome, well- built, and exuded a subtle naughtiness that was utterly captivating. She vowed to charm him over.

‘When Mitchel remained detached, the woman rolled her

eyes secretly, intending to employ her usual tactics. Her grip on the glass of wine tilted slightly, making it appear she "accidentally" spilled the drink on his pants. Only then could she make advances on him. She smirked, thinking no men could resist being dabbed the spill away with her chest.

But before the woman could pour the wine on Mitchel's pants, a slender, graceful hand stopped her.

Raegan, approaching from the side, gently interjected, "Let's be careful not to spill the drink, miss." The woman was at a loss for words. Irritated, she wondered about Raegan's identity, daring to interfere with her schemes.

"Are you new around here? Don't you know how things work here? Who gave you the right to interfere?" Raegan responded calmly, "I noticed your hand shaking violently and wondered if you were dealing with Parkinson's."

Mr. Ortega couldn't contain his amusement and burst into laughter. What a way to interpret the situation! A hint of a smile appeared on Mitchel's face, but he quickly hid it. Humph! He was still upset. He had to keep his poker face.

"You!" The woman grasped her chest, struggling to articulate her frustration.

Raegan chose not to engage further with the woman.

Turning her attention to Mitchel, she asked, "Could we have a word?" Despite his urge to look up at Raegan, Mitchel, without so much as a glance, grabbed another drink and stated icily, "I'm busy." His voice was devoid of any warmth, treating Raegan as if she were a stranger.

Raegan felt a pang of hurt. "I just need a moment." Noticing Mr. Ortega's fixed stare on Raegan, Mitchel's irritation grew. He knitted his brows and said impatiently, "I told you I'm busy. Isn't that clear enough?"

"Matteo!" Mitchel questioned, "What are you waiting for?" His implication was to have Matteo show Raegan to the door.

Matteo was puzzled, wondering if the alcohol had dulled Mitchel's senses.

Raegan got straight to the point, asking, "Mitchel, were you in Ashfield last night?" The question seemed to strike a nerve, as Mitchel's look turned even colder. He retorted, "Asking about my whereabouts? Who do you think you are to me?" Raegan inhaled deeply and confessed, "I'm someone who wants to give us a try. Does that count for anything?" Raegan's words stirred something in Mitchel, his desire to draw her into his arms burning. She wanted to give them a try? But why did she lie to him last night? She was with Stefan the previous night, yet she claimed she was with ‘someone he wasn't familiar with. He had rushed over upon learning her whereabouts, only to meet with her entering the hotel with Stefan. Nah! He couldn't stomach that.

Reflecting on the previous night, Mitchel clenched his teeth, his voice icy and sharp. "You want to give us a try? Do you think you're skilled at playing games?" Mitchel's face turned stern, exuding a daunting aura.

Raegan felt a chill. She bit her lip, saying, "I didn't..." But Raegan was interrupted by a mocking voice nearby.

"So, you've been rejected and you're pathetically holding on. Drop the act of being decent!" The woman assumed Raegan was one of her kind.

Clad in fine clothes, Raegan appeared affluent, clearly not sharing the woman's occupation.

But to the woman, Raegan was just another poor thing dumped by a man, no better than herself. "What a sight! This gentleman has turned you away and here you are, shamelessly trying to win him back!" Her words irked Mitchel, his hand tightening around the glass, nearly shattering it. He struggled to keep his ‘composure, finding it hard to tolerate any baseless

accusations directed at Raegan. He was agitated, knowing this wasn't a good sign.

Oblivious to Mitchel's darkened face, the woman stood up, brushing past Raegan on purpose. It was a clear challenge.

Raegan, repulsed, took a step back and offered a smile, remarking, "It seems you're not aware of who's truly pitiful here."