Love Unbreakable

I'm Addicted To You "Help me..." Mitchel whispered.

That night, Raegan regretted being softhearted.

They didn't have sex, but it felt more draining than they had.

She learned the hard way never to buy a man's shitty sweets.

Raegan was kicking herself for this.

Exhausted from the previous night, Raegan was still asleep at 10 a.m.

Even when Matteo walked in, Raegan was still in a deep sleep.

Matteo had come into the ward to deliver some clothes for them to get changed.

The moment Matteo entered the ward, he saw Raegan, snug as a bug in Mitchel’s arms.

Her hair was a little tousled, and her bare shoulders were peeking out.

Both of them looked attractive and alluring, making the whole scene look erotic.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't Mitchel injured? How in the world did they sleep in this position? But then, Matteo sensed a sharp gaze on him.

So, he kept his head down, quickly set the clothes and breakfast on the table, and left.

Although he was on his tiptoes, the noise seemed to rouse Raegan.

Still caught between sleep and wakefulness, Raegan snuggled even closer to Mitchel.

Her action undoubtedly pleased Mitchel.

With a smile on his thin lips, Mitchel pulled Raegan closer.

When Raegan finally woke up, she saw him fiddling with a tablet with one hand.

Upon realizing she was lying on his lap, she was stunned for a few seconds and then tried to move away.

Mitchel, however, held her shoulders in place, rendering her unable to move, He set the tablet aside and leaned down.

Then he gave Raegan a light kiss on her forehead.

"Hungry?" Such intimacy made Raegan a little shy.

She shook her head and answered in a low voice, "No...

I'm not hungry.” "But Iam,” Mitchel whispered in her ear.

His words threw her for a loop.

She had a feeling that Mitchel’s hunger was for something other than food.

"T'll get you some food.” Raegan got up.

That was when she noticed she was wearing Mitchel’s shirt, and her own clothes lay in a heap on the floor.

Memories from last night flooded back, making her face turn beet red.

Not wanting to tease Raegan anymore, Mitchel focused on his work and said, "Matteo had already dropped off some food and clothes." Still red-faced, Raegan hopped out of bed to get dressed.

After they had lunch, she finally came to her senses and asked, "Did you ask Matteo to pick out these clothes?" Even her underwear was included.

How awkward, right? "Tl had the maid pick out the clothes, and Matteo Just brought them over,” Mitchel explained, sensing her embarrassment.

"Next time, I'll personally buy these for you.

I know your size." Raegan was ata loss for words.

Communicating with Mitchel was like hitting a brick wall.

Did he have nothing better to think about? Raegan got up to leave, but Mitchel grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

"Are you full?" he asked in a low and sexy voice.

They were so close that Raegan could feel his warm breath on her ear which made her somehow out of breath.

"Yeah...

I'm stuffed.” she replied, stumbling over her words.

"Really? But I’m not full yet." Feeling her ears heat up, Raegan looked away and retorted, "Eat some fruits then.” "I want you to feed me," Mitchel plainly said.

"Can't you do it yourself?” "I'm injured, remember?" Mitchel responded without missing a beat.

Raegan glanced at his slender hands.

They seemed pretty agile last night...

Furthermore, Mitchel had her begging for mercy in the bed, and he seemed anything but injured.

Seeing her gaze, Mitchel cheekily poked her with his finger.

"I was really worn out last night.

Could you please feed me? If you liked what happened last night, I promise to do my best next time...” Raegan's ears turned as red as a tomato.

How could he say something like that with a straight face? "Stop it!" She picked up a grape from the plate and popped it into his mouth.

Seemingly pleased by her reaction, Mitchel leaned in and whispered, "You didn't say ‘stop’ last night, though..." Raegan felt her heart pounding faster and faster.

She managed to gather her composure and said, "Mitchel, let's not forget we're about to divorce...” Before she could even finish her sentence, Mitchel pressed his lips against hers and said in a serious tone, "I've changed my mind.

I don't want a divorce.” Raegan's eyes widened in disbelief.

For a second, she wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

"What did you say?" "T think I've become addicted to you.” Raegan was struck dumb. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She just stood there, trying to process what he had said.

Mitchel was suddenly hooked on her, and he no longer wanted a divorce.

Her mind felt like a tangled knot.

Right then, Mitchel leaned in close until his handsome face was mere inches away from hers.

Before Raegan could react, he gently pressed his lips to hers and then nudged the grape into her mouth.

Her heart raced, leaving her feeling both overwhelmed and flustered.

Mitchel's lips lightly grazed her fingertips, and then moved to kiss her lips.

His tongue delicately maneuvered the grape, and he sucked the juice in her mouth.

With his eyes open, Mitchel gently lifted Raegan’s chin and looked down at her.

Her pretty face was flushed and filed with desire.

The sensation rippled through Raegan and sent electric currents coursing from her head.

It made her toes curl up in anticipation.

She could not put into words the tumultuous feelings within her.

Once the grape was sucked up, Mitchel released her lips and remarked with satisfaction, "That was so sweet.” Raegan, however, was still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion.

Her tongue felt numb, almost as if it had gone rogue.

Her legs trembled and were barely able to support her.

Anxious and flustered, she picked up the lunch box from the table with trembling hands and mumbled, "T'll just throw the leftovers away." Mitchel frowned.

"Why? Just leave it for the nurse.” But Raegan had already opened the door and stepped out.

She could not stay in the room any longer and wanted to get some fresh air.

After dumping the trash, she stayed on the balcony and tried to piece together her mind.

Mitchel had claimed never to have kissed another woman.

And now he said he did not want a divorce.

But what about Lauren? Didn't he love her so much? What was he going to say to Lauren? The more Raegan pondered, the more she found herself sinking into self-doubt.

Had she not learned anything from her past mistakes? Guys had this knack for compartmentalizing sex and emotions.

For them, physical intimacy didn't necessarily bind them to deeper feelings.

Women, on the other hand, often saw that closeness as integral to a relationship.

Maybe Mitchel was Just physically drawn to her.

Nothing more.

But deep inside, a tiny part of her yearned for something deeper.

Could she really afford to give Mitchel another shot, especially with a baby in the picture? Lost in a maze of thoughts, she found herself on her way back to the ward.

But as she approached the door, she heard a woman sobbing from inside.

Raegan stopped dead in her tracks.

Inside, Lauren was crying in Mitchel’s arms.

Mitchel was gently stroking her back, and genuine concern was written all over his face.

He wore a somber expression and was looking at her with pity.

"Does it hurt, Mitchel? I hate seeing you like this.

It kills me that I can't be openly by your side.” Lauren sobbed.

"Let's not get too emotional, Lauren,” Mitchel advised in a gentle tone.

Despite the pain, Mitchel did not push Lauren away and just let her hold him tightly.

A bitter taste filled Raegan's mouth as she watched the scene.

Her earlier doubts seemed suddenly ridiculous.

As long as Lauren was in the picture, Mitchel would forever be out of reach.

At this time, Matteo came over and noticed Raegan.

Before he could say anything, Raegan had run away without looking back.

Matteo peered into the ward through the glass window and understood everything at once.

Just as he was about to retreat, Mitchell noticed him.

When Matteo entered the room, Mitchel finally pushed Lauren away and ordered with a stern expression, "Have someone take Lauren home.” Lauren's face turned pale.

She did not want to leave and moved toward him again.

“Lauren,” Mitchell sternly said.

"I'll say it once more.

Leave.

Now." "Mitchel...

IT just want to be with you,” Lauren whimpered with tears in her eyes.

However, Mitchel was unmoved.

He turned to Matteo and yelled, “Well? What are you waiting for?”