Love Unbreakable

You Don't Deserve It Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel sneered, “Never mind.

No need to decide.

It's been used by others.

I think it's dirty." It took her a moment to grasp his intention.

Mitchel stood before her, his long legs in trousers spreading out on either side.

He bent down a little, gently lifted her chin, and coaxed her to open her mouth.

A quick glimpse and Raegan got it, her face going ashen.

Unable to shake him off, she shut her eyes firmly, her voice quivering.

"You! You're out of your mind...

Stay away from me!” He adjusted her position, seeking the right angle.

With gentle fingertips, he held her delicate chin and drew her closer.

"The decision isn't in your hands.” Abruptly, Raegan's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushed, and she shot him an enraged glare.

"If you dare to be reckless, I'll bite hard on your dick!" They were so close to each other, the tension between them palpable.

Mitchel chuckled playfully.

"If you don't want your baby, just go ahead.” A single sentence from him had the power to control her.

For the sake of her baby in her belly, Raegan wouldn't take any chances.

She gasped.

"Will you do this to Lauren?” Mitchel's handsome face was marred by a cruel and ruthless expression.

"I only keep you around because we have good sex.

You should be aware of that." When a man grew irritated, he often acted rashly, uttering foolish words.

Mitchel bumped into her with a frigid demeanor and rasped, "Don't even think about comparing yourself to others.

You're not worthy." Raegan let out a scream, her face turning a deep shade of red.

"Hmm...

ahem..." Noticing her anguished expression, Mitchel scoffed.

"Is this the first time you've been treated this way? Good.

You've fooled me long enough.

I'll claim your first time regardless." In that instant, Raegan's thoughts evaporated.

She felt powerless to think or resist.

Mitchel was in a similar state, consumed by a rush of adrenaline that surged throughout his body, giving him a near-death sensation.

His fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her cheeks, but he felt as if he was already a shell of himself.

Tears streamed down Raegan''s face.

All the cherished memories they once shared were shattered by his words, "You're not worthy." To him, she was simply a means to satisfy his sexual cravings.

A sudden, piercing pain surged through her, and it felt as though it had taken over every inch of her body.

Raegan's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, her eyes sealed shut.

Unable to make much sound due to her obstructed mouth, she felt frail.

Soon, her vision blurred, enveloping her world in a radiant white haze.

The only figure that remained clear was the man before her, impeccably dressed in a white shirt and smirking as he was doing something crazy to her.

Finally, sensing something amiss, Mitchel stepped back, pinched her cheek, and inquired icily, "What's the matter?" Unable to speak, Raegan felt nauseous and drained.

The pain was so intense she thought she might pass out.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed instantly.

Grabbing a towel, he dried her off, helped her get dressed, and swiftly carried her downstairs.

In the car, Mitchel commanded, “Drive to the New North Hospital.” Huddled in a ball, beads of sweat dotted Raegan’s forehead, her face contorted with agony.

With his palm supporting her back and her face pressed against his chest, Mitchel leaned down and questioned, "What's going on?” Raegan could only shut her eyes tightly, appearing visibly distressed.

Glancing at her, Mitchel ordered, "Hurry up." The car came to a halt in the underground parking lot.

Mitchel carried Raegan straight to the gynecology consultation room where a doctor awaited.

During the waiting, Luis came over.

Noticing Mitchel's expression, he questioned, "Did you take your meds?" Mitchel gave a nod, followed by a shake of his head.

"Where are they?” "You treat it like it's food, huh? You're popping them that much?" Mitchel just scowled, offering no reply.

Clearly displeased, Luis produced a tiny vial containing a scant amount of medicine.

"You get this much for a week.

Don't ask for more until then." Accepting it, Mitchel swallowed a few pills with a swig of mineral water handed to him by Matteo.

Luis shook his head, noting Mitchel’s fixed gaze on the ward.

"When you have an episode, stay away from Raegan.

Do you think she can handle you? You should seriously consider ongoing treatment.

You don't want to lose control and regret it later, right?” Luis chose his words carefully, suggesting that bipolar disorder could have varying impacts, and accidents could occur despite his self-control.

Usually, when something happened to the things or persons he deeply valued, he would completely lose control.

Mitchel pressed his lips together, responding simply, "Understood." Luis went on, "I saw online you were celebrating Lauren's birthday.

What's that about?" Mitchel lifted his gaze and retorted flatly, "Nonsense." "You're not concerned that Raegan will be hurt?" Hurt? Mitchel’s demeanor was icy.

That woman wouldn't be hurt.

She was the one who shattered his heart, and that was the real tragedy. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Soon, the diagnosis arrived.

Raegan had a _ potential risk of miscarriage.

Hospitalization was necessary to protect the unborn baby.

Stunned, Luis blurted out, "Raegan's pregnant? Why didn't you inform us?" Mitchel turned around and entered Raegan's ward, his face devoid of cheer.

Raegan was hooked to an IV that had alleviated her pain.

She was more tranquil now and had drifted off to sleep.

Without a word, Mitchel took a spot on the adjacent cot to catch some rest.

The night passed by silently.

At daybreak, Raegan's eyes fluttered open to find Mitchel slumbering beside her.

He lay there, dressed in a suit, his trousers highlighting his long, well-formed legs.

Recalling the events of the previous night, a wave of paleness washed over Raegan's face.

She attempted to rise, gripping the bed rail for support, but misjudged her own stamina.

Her legs wobbled, nearly giving out.

At this time, strong hands slid under her arms and hoisted her upright.

Once steady, Raegan took a step back, gripping the footboard of the bed.

The rejection of her actions was palpable.

Mitchel's gaze grew somber.

"Think you can make it to the bathroom alone?" Avoiding eye contact, Raegan retorted, "No need to concern yourself." Her raspy voice made her words all the more cutting.

With arms crossed, Mitchel watched her cautiously make her way to the bathroom, steadying herself with the bed rail.

Inside, she shut the door, ran the water, freshened up, and reemerged.

The moment she opened the door, she saw Mitchel there.

Startled, she recoiled, but he quickly pulled her toward him.

"Keep your hands off me!" Raegan's voice spiked, causing a sharp pain in her throat.

The strain in her voice made her despise him even more.

She lashed out, hitting him.

Undeterred, he led her back to the bed, pinning her arms, and admonished, "Calm down.” A bitter laugh escaped Raegan's lips.

Who had driven her to this point? She sneered, "Spare me your feigned concern.

It’s nauseating.” His brow furrowed, Mitchel muttered, “Don't be so ungrateful.” Grimacing due to her sore throat, Raegan shot back, "Yes, I'm ungrateful.

If you can't stand me, then leave.” The room tensed.

The door swung open.

It was Matteo, bearing breakfast.

The tension in the room nearly froze him in his tracks.

Matteo quickly set down the tray, mumbling, "Please eat something.” Matteo exited hastily.

Mitchel, however, remained.

He unpacked the breakfast, setting a small table before saying, "Have some." Raegan remained unmoved as if she hadn't heard him.

She turned her face away and didn't look at him.

Spoon in hand, Mitchel scooped up some porridge and fed it to her lips.

He commanded, "Eat it.” But Raegan kept her mouth shut, her eyes even closing.

Mitchel scoffed.

"Is there another way you'd like to be fed?"