Love Unbreakable

Remarry "Did you borrow this large sum of money from Mitchel?" Nicole asked, her expression etched with concern.

Then, she pushed the card back to Raegan and said, "I don't want it! Please return the money to him as soon as possible.

Don’t sacrifice yourself for me." Raegan shook her head resolutely.

"No, I didn't borrow money from him.

I actually sold the painting I painted in college, the one named ‘Yearn.’” "What? You sold that masterpiece?" Nicole was taken aback by this revelation.

The painting was a poignant portrayal of Raegan's mother, a window into her dreams.

Raegan had invested months, pouring her heart and soul into resurrecting that dream, piece by painstaking piece.

Back then, Nicole had found it beautiful and casually shared half of the photos on a foreign social platform.

To her surprise, someone expressed interest in buying it and wanted to meet the artist.

However, Raegan declined the offer, prompting her to delete the post.

Nicole didn't expect Raegan to sell the cherished painting for her sake.

Rejecting the money, Nicole insisted, "I can’t accept this.

Go and take your painting back.” "Just keep it," Raegan insisted.

"I sold it on a website, and both parties are not allowed to share personal information.

Buying it back is impossible now.” Back then, an interested party offered three million dollars for the painting after Nicole uploaded it online.

When Raegan uploaded it on the website this time, the price suddenly soared to five million with two competing bids.

It seemed strange that the buyer kept asking to meet Raegan, but she always declined. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Raegan exercised caution, well aware of the different and sometimes unpredictable nature of people online.

Once the painting was sold, she immediately deleted her account on the website.

Despite Nicole's reluctance, Raegan suggested, "Didn't I sell my apartment before? I've been living in your apartment.

Consider this money as me buying your apartment.

From now on, I won't have to pay rent, okay?” Nicole responded, “But it’s not fair for you.

My apartment wouldn't fetch even three million.

It's barely worth a shade over two million.” Undeterred, Raegan insisted, "If you keep saying that, it's like you are questioning our friendship.

Consider the remaining money as my investment in your family’s company.

If it fails, it’s on me.

But if it succeeds, you can give me dividends yearly, alright?" Nicole was moved by Raegan’s kind offer so she didn't decline anymore.

After all, she did need the money to weather the storm.

With the five million from Jarrod, she now had a total of ten million, enough to tide her over for a while.

Her heart warmed.

She felt content in the knowledge that lifelong happiness stemmed from family and steadfast friends.

If the Lawrence Group could overcome this challenge, Nicole still had an apartment in her name as a fallback.

In the event of any unforeseen circumstances, she planned to have her parents transfer it to Raegan's name.

She couldn't bear to see the one who genuinely cared for her endure any losses.

Concerned, Raegan asked, "Has Jarrod been causing you trouble lately?” Nicole's gaze flickered, not wanting to worry Raegan.

"No, don't overthink it." Nicole hadn't expected Jarrod to be more fragile than herself.

As a cancer patient, she had already regained consciousness, but Jarrod remained in a comatose state due to complications from his injuries.

The two conversed for some time.

Raegan soon left the ward since she had classes in the afternoon.

After her classes, Raegan returned home with freshly bought ingredients, intending to whip up some nourishing soup for Nicole tomorrow morning before heading to class.

Upon exiting the elevator, she saw a message from Henley on her phone informing her of a new translation job for a minority language he had arranged for her.

The pay wasn't as high as the previous one, but it was still considerable.

Henley suggested she pick up the materials at his place the next day.

Raegan smiled and replied, "Okay." She felt a sense of relief at the thought of almost having enough money for her planned studies abroad.

However, when she took a few steps forward, she accidentally bumped into someone.

Stepping back, Raegan looked up to see a tall figure and froze for a moment.

Mitchel towered over her, immediately catching sight of Henley's messages on her phone.

His expression darkened instantly.

Perplexed, Raegan asked, "Why are you here?" She thought she had made her stance clear the previous night.

Mitchel, a man of pride, wouldn't come looking for her again, or so she thought.

"What? Am | disturbing you?" His words dripped with sarcasm, leaving Raegan perplexed about what she had done to upset him again.

They should go their separate ways since their relationship had already ended.

Sighing, she replied, “Yes, you are disturbing me.

Mr.

Dixon, didn’t I make everything clear yesterday?" Mitchel’s eyes narrowed.

"Is it because of Henley that you don’t want to remarry me?” Raegan furrowed her brow.

"Can you stop involving others in this?” Mitchel's face darkened even more.

"Well, I see you have been enjoying your time chatting with him." Raegan was rendered momentarily speechless.

She then realized he might have seen their recent chat history.

Yet, it was merely a work-related discussion.

There was nothing going on between her and Henley.

After the previous incident, Raegan confessed that she had deceived Mitchel.

She and Henley had never been together.

Perhaps Mitchel had never fully trusted her from the start.

Now that a future together was out of the question, he was free to think what he pleased.

"Think what you want." Raegan didn't bother explaining and was about to open the door.

Behind her, Mitchel's once handsome face abruptly turned cold.

He held the doorknob before forcefully turning her around and pressing her against the door, his lips descending on hers.

"Mmmm..." The items in Raegan's hand fell.

Before she could resist, her lips and tongue were captured by Mitchel.

His intensity was palpable as he fervently sucked and nibbled on her tongue as if trying to extract something through the kiss.

Her mouth was inundated with his invasive breath.

Such an aggressive kiss was highly uncomfortable.

Raegan resisted, delivering a hard punch to his chest.

In an instant, her hands were firmly restrained by him and pressed against his chest.

Beneath her palms, she felt the powerful and rhythmic beats of Mitchel's heart.

The air around her was saturated with his clean and cold scent.

Raegan's breath grew shallow, feeling light-headed and faint.

She attempted to kick him away with her feet.

Unfortunately, her legs fell short against Mitchel's height.

Her kicks barely grazed his shins.

They were more of a tickle than anything else.

Mitchel finally released Raegan when her face took on an unusual shade of red.

But his tone remained stern.

“Hurry up and breathe.” Raegan widened her eyes and gasped, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard.

What did he mean by that? Mitchel smiled and gently said, "I haven't finished kissing you yet." Raegan couldn't help but curse, "You bastard!" Pressing her hands against the door, Mitchel held her waist and said, "You didn’t complain when you were drunk.

I decided I couldn't let you take advantage of me for free.

I need something in return.” Infuriated, Raegan retorted without thinking, "Even if I was drunk, you enjoyed it too!" Mitchel pressed his leg against hers, teasing, "You enjoyed it too.” Feeling his leg's unwelcome presence, Raegan shot him an annoyed glare.

"If we both enjoyed it, how did I take advantage of you?” "If that's the case, why don't you marry me again?” Mitchel suggested.

Only then did Raegan realize the trap she had fallen victim to at the hands of this cunning man.

Mitchel raised his knee, lightly brushing it against her leg.

His gaze was penetrating as he said, "Come back to me.

I can do it even better than that night.” Raegan's face flushed when she heard him say that.

Suppressing her racing heart, Raegan exclaimed firmly, "That's impossible!" Suddenly, Mitchel’s handsome face darkened.

He looked at her lips and demanded in a _ hoarse, menacing voice, "Say that again?"