Love Unbreakable

Chapter 340 She Actually Cares About Him! A ripple of warmth welled up inside his heart, but Mitchel still acted tough.

"No need. You can just help me rub some ointment on it." "Fine. There's medicine in the car, right?" Raegan didn't feel the need to argue. After all, in her eyes, applying some medicine to the person who had just saved her was no big deal.

Still holding Mitchel's wrist, Raegan started to lead him toward the door.

Victor started to chase after them, but before she could get a single word out, Matteo interrupted her, "Can't you read the room?" Matteo frowned.

Annoyed, Victor glared at Matteo.

Matteo, unfazed, continued, "My be got injured when he saved Raegan. It makes sense for her to help him with his injury, does it not?" > Victor retorted, "Is Raegan a doctor or a nurse? Why should she be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just finding an excuse to lure her into his car?" At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling he couldn't argue on that. Mitchel never bothered to hide his intentions of remarrying Raegan by seizing every opportunity to get along with her.

Mitchel hoped that the whole world would know how he felt about Raegan! But as a seasoned assistant, Matteo knew what he should say.

Matteo coughed and said indignantly, "Mr. Dixon isn't like that! He's a gentleman and wouldn't do anything

to Raegan against her will, Besides Ti shoulder's injured. He can't hurt her.

How dare you accuse him of having any 'ulterior motives'?" wv.

Matteo showcased his eloquence. In fact, Mitchel wasn't mortally wounded.

Such a minor flesh wound on his shoulder was no big deal for him.

Matteo knew that Mitchel could still beat him up in the blink of an eye. But he had to convince Victor that Mitchel was weak to reassure her.

Then, Matteo dragged Victor into another car and said, "Just sit here and watch. You got nothing to worry about." Meanwhile, in the car, Raegan stared at Mitchel's blood-soaked clothes, at a loss as to where to start. In the end, she could only frown and suggest, "How about we just go to the

hospital?" “No need. Just apply the medicine. I'l] be fine." Mitchel knew his own body very well. He didn't want to go to the hospital over such an injury.

Raegan pouted and whined, "Why don't you take yourself seriously?" Despite the unmistakable grumble in her tone, her concern was still music to Mitchel's ears. It turned out that she cared about him, albeit subconsciously.

And that was a good sign.

Mitchel thought to himself that perhaps he should've gotten injured sooner.

Just then, he came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and said gruffly, "I can't use my hand. Can you help me take off my shirt to take care of my wound?"

"Uh..." Raegan blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at the mere thought of undressing him. She would've felt uncomfortable undressing any man, let alone Mitchel.

Sensing her reluctance, Mitchel's eyes darkened. "Forget it. I'll do it myself." He lifted his uninjured arm and clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt.

When the last button was finally undone, he straightened his back and tried to shrug his shirt off, but it was futile. After a while, he let out a frustrated sigh.

Raegan seemed to notice his struggle.

"Does it hurt?" Sometimes it was good to admit one's weakness.

At last, Mitchel realized that Raegan

yielded to a more subtle approach rather than a direct one.

Mitchel raised his eyebrows and answered in a hoarse voice, "A little..." The pungent smell of blood permeated the air. Finally, Raegan bit her lips and nodded, as though she had made up her mind about something. "Let me do it." Mitchel could barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it back and put on a serious face.

Shy, Raegan lowered her head to keep from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to search for the button. But it was inevitable for her soft fingers to brush against the man's bare skin. Her cold hands touched every part of his chest.

All of a sudden, Mitchel gasped.

Raegan stopped what she was doing and looked up in a hurry. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Mitchel frowned and said in a low voice, "You touched the wrong spot." Raegan looked down at the part she had just touched and turned as red as a tomato. "I... I'm sorry," she stuttered embarrassedly.

"It's okay. Go on..." Mitchel's low and seductive voice seemed to make her heart race in her chest.

Raegan flushed even more.

The car interior wasn't particularly spacious with Mitchel's stout build.

One false move from Raegan, and she could hurt him. Holding her breath, she made sure to be extra careful as she tried to take off his shirt.

Finally, his shirt was half taken off. His wound was on the back of his shoulder. Raegan frowned and tried to stand up to get a clearer view of the wound. "Move over sideways, or I won't be able to apply the ointment." Mitchel obediently turned sideways.

Seated, Raegan still couldn't see the wound, so she knelt one knee on the seat to prop herself up higher.

Even with her back straight, she was just tall enough to reach Mitchel's shoulder.

She tried to lean forward, and the leather seat sank a little underneath her weight. From the rearview mirror, Mitchel could see her every movement.

Sensing that he was watching her in the mirror, Raegan looked up at their reflection curiously.

In the mirror, she could see herself kneeling down behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder. The posture ¢ looked incredibly suggestive.

She blushed and hurriedly explained, "I had to kneel on the seat so that I could get a better look..." Mitchel's lips curved upward into a gentle smile, but his eyes burned with desire. "Do whatever you want." These words... Obviously, he meant something else. Raegan's face turned crimson. But she didn't dare to speak her mind, lest she look like a horny woman. He was so annoying! Pouting, Raegan stopped feeling sorry for him and yanked his shirt off without remorse.

Mitchel's back muscles were as well defined as his front, and now that his

shirt was fully off, his pheromones wafted in the air freely.

Raegan took a deep breath and tried to focus on the wound, ignoring his extraordinary back muscles.

Fortunately, the handle of the glass didn't go deep. But there was an obvious glass shard around two centimeters big wedged inside the wound.

Raegan took out the tweezers from the medical kit and warned, "This might hurt. I'm about to take the glass shard out." "Okay." Raegan carefully pulled the broken glass out with the tweezers and then blew on the wound out of habit. This was what she did whenever Janey got wounded. She didn't think much of 1t,

but Mitchel, on the other hand, stiffened as she blew on his bare skin.

He could endure the pain no matter what, but if she went on like this, he'd lose control of himself.

Raegan stopped blowing on the wound.

She proceeded to disinfect it and apply medicine, which gradually calmed Mitchel down. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The last step was to bandage it. But the problem was that the wound was in tricky spot. And the only way to bandage it was to wrap the bandage all around Mitchel's chest.

Raegan took a deep breath and decisively started wrapping the gauze under his arm.

Mitchel's chest was so broad that Raegan arms couldn't reach all the way around him. Frowning, she leaned

closer, hoping that doing so would let her reach the roll of gauze, but her lips inadvertently touched his back.

Then, Raegan felt his back was burning hot! She stiffened in embarrassment.

She struggled for a moment and eventually gave up, leaning against Mitchel's back in defeat. "Help me," she whispered.

Mitchel held her fingers, took the roll of gauze, and pressed it into her other palm.

The whole time Raegan bandaged his wound, she had to keep her face pressed against Mitchel's back, or she wouldn't be able to reach the gauze.

It was so embarrassing. She inwardly chastised herself for not insisting that they go to the hospital in the first place.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finished bandaging up his wound.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief. When she straightened up, she had completely forgotten that she was in the car and bumped her head against the low roof. Startled, she lost her balance and fell forward.

She was about to land on the back of the front seat, which was equipped with an LCD screen. Needless to say, it would be very painful if her face collided with it.

She screamed and closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable pain.

But the pain never came. Instead, she collided into Mitchel. Startled, she found her lips tightly pressed against his bare skin.

To make matters worse, she felt him

stiffen under her touch. She blushed furiously and struggled to push him away.

As a result, Mitchel's back, which had just been bandaged, hit the back of the chair. He couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Raegan froze in place, mortified at what she had just done. She stared at his pale face, her heart aching with guilt. "Does it hurt?" she asked in a panic.

Brows knitted and lips pursed, it seemed that Mitchel could hardly speak. His chest heaved violently as though he needed to take several deep breaths to calm down.

Raegan stretched out her hand and gingerly touched his back to see if the wound had opened up.

But the next moment, Mitchel suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her over. Their faces were mere inches apart. He fixed his fiery eyes on her, his lips a ghastly pale. "I may need pain killers." Raegan hurriedly asked, "Where are they?" "Right here." He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.