Love Unbreakable

She's Drunk! Raegan's delicate face pressed against Mitchel's neck, a reaction born of sheer surprise.

A female cleaner was standing outside the elevator entrance.

Because she assumed that nobody would use the elevator at this late hour of the day, she got lazy and opted to use the VIP elevator.

She hadn't expected to run into Mitchel and Raegan.

Startled, the cleaner immediately began apologizing upon seeing Mitchel and Raegan.

Mitchel's eyes darkened but remained = silent, efficiently closing the elevator doors.

The cleaner clutched her heart, unable to shake off the image of the disheveled Raegan in Mitchel’s arms.

Raegan's neck was burning hot.

The cleaner was relieved not to receive any reprimand.

Meanwhile, Raegan's face was flushed, the shock helping to sober her up from the lingering effects of alcohol.

The impulsive actions were now sinking in, and she couldn't escape the mental image of what they must have looked like - both thrilling and embarrassing.

After Mitchel brought her into the ward, Raegan, hoping to avoid facing the situation, decided to feign sleep.

However, Mitchel had other plans.

He gently shook her, whispering, "Wake up.

It’s time for a shower.” Eyes shut, Raegan pretended to sleep, hoping to avoid the awkwardness.

Mitchel suddenly stopped, and the room fell into silence.

Just as Raegan secretly started to rejoice, Mitchel surprised her by picking her up from the couch and placing her under the warm water, tenderly helping her wash away the night's events.

Raegan couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer because she couldn't stop trembling.

She gently opened her blurry eyes and internally recoiled at the intimate position.

She whispered, her voice muffled by the steam, "I can handle it myself...” Under the warm, yellow light, Mitchel locked eyes with her.

He said in a low, husky voice, "I know you are tired.

I can help you take a bath." Raegan's cheeks turned even more crimson, and tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head.

She responded on the verge of tears, "No, I’m not tired.” All she wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible.

She would not tell him that her back was aching after their intimacy.

Mitchel stared at her intently and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you really not tired?" Raegan angrily denied it.

"I'm not tired.” Her soaked hair clung to her shoulders, and a delicate blush still adorned her lovely face, a lingering testament to the sexual intercourse she had just experienced.

There was an implicit invitation in the air, irresistibly alluring.

"I was worried you might get tired, so..." Mitchel began, leaning in and holding her hand in a dominant gesture.

He left his sentence unfinished, but the bathtub water splashed, creating an atmosphere of love and tenderness.

When the water started to get cold, Mitchel reached out and turned on the warm water tap.

They spent the night together, every corner of the hospital room bore witness to the intensity and rediscovery of their love.

Mitchel finally brought Raegan to the bathroom to clean her up, and she was too fatigued to refuse.

The following morning, Raegan woke up well into the afternoon.

Her body ached profoundly as if it had undergone a complete disassembly and reassembly, a weariness that surpassed the toll of staying awake for several consecutive nights.

Attempting to rise, she found her muscles protesting, a stern reminder not to push too hard.

Although she was alone in bed, Raegan noticed the telltale indentation beside her and the faint sound of water in the bathroom, evidence that someone had stayed with her throughout the night.

Despite the desire to cry out of pain, she went out nothing.

However, a single thought dominated her mind, Alcohol had clouded her mind! She couldn't help but exclaim internally, "Ah! I should refrain from drinking anymore!” Her mind felt like a chaotic jumble, stirred beyond recognition.

Raegan was at a loss for what to do.

She tried to assess the situation.

Lifting her sore arms, she saw hickeys. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

She lifted the quilt only to reveal a more embarrassing scene.

Shocked, she realized she and Mitchel had a crazy night.

Lying still for a moment, Raegan was still in a haze.

She felt staying here was not an option.

She struggled to get up with her overly exhausted body but couldn't find her clothes anywhere.

She looked around and saw a few bags on the cupboard next to the door.

It was filled with various types of clothes, including underwear.

These might be bought for her because they were all her sizes.

Blushing, Raegan quietly dressed herself, grabbed her bag, and placed her hand on the door handle, opening it cautiously like a thief.

“Where are you going?” echoed Mitchel's low, magnetic voice from behind.

Instantly, Raegan froze.

However, her only thought was still to leave this ward.

Ignoring everything else, she prepared to pull the door and run.

However, before she could make a move, Mitchel kicked the door shut, trapping her beneath him.

His gaze was intense.

"You want to leave just like that?” Suppressing her panic, Raegan replied, "I have classes in the afternoon." Mitchel gently ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Give me a minute.

I'll drive you there.” Unwilling, Raegan made up an excuse.

"Forget it.

Your condition..." Before she could finish her words, Mitchel leaned in and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think everything that happened last night is proof enough that I'm in good condition?" Raegan blushed deeply.

Mitchel couldn't help but gently rub her earlobe.

His eyes dimmed momentarily.

"I didn’t expect you to be so greedy.

Wait until I completely recover.” His final words carried a hint of coaxing.

Raegan's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't bear to hear more.

Interrupting him, she said, "You should get dressed first." Mitchel turned around to put on his clothes, but the next second, the door clicked shut, and Raegan dashed away faster than a rabbit.

When Mitchel finished dressing, he realized Raegan had left long ago.

He could only manage a helpless smile.

The truth was that Raegan didn't have any afternoon classes, but her mind was in disarray.

Once she got home, she took a shower and curled up in bed, hesitating to check her phone for a while.

Mitchel had called and left messages.

“You ran away so fast.

Looks like you are not in pain anymore." Raegan blushed as she scrolled down.

"Come over tonight.

| miss your home-cooked soup.” After a moment of contemplation, she got up.

After a brief contemplation, she decided to face the situation head-on.

She needed to clarify that her actions the previous night were a result of excessive drinking.

She couldn't fully take responsibility for her actions because of the alcohol.

Yes.

Well, she was drunk! She pledged that there wouldn't be a repeat! With her reasoning settled, she went to the supermarket and selected a particularly exquisite piece of beef tenderloin from the chilled display, along with the necessary ingredients.

When she went back home, she meticulously cleaned everything and simmered it.

The enticing aroma of the soup filled the air after nearly three hours of cooking.

With the soup ready, Raegan carried the thermos and hailed a taxi to the hospital.

Yet, upon arriving at the hospital entrance, she encountered Luciana.

It seemed Luciana was also planning to visit Mitchel, and upon seeing Raegan, Luciana initiated the conversation.

“Raegan, do you have a moment? Care to have a talk with me for a while?” Raegan felt a tightening in her chest.

The way Luciana addressed her spoke volumes.

Quickly regaining her composure, Raegan smiled.

"Of course, Luciana."