Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chatper 253

Chapter 253 Her Dignity

Raegan froze at Mitchel's icy demeanor.

Hesitating momentarily, Raegan reached for the door, intent on leaving.

But Mitchel halted her escape.

Mitchel's gaze, icy and penetrating, unnerved her.

"Do you really find it so hard to leave him?" he asked, a sharp edge in his voice.

"No, it's not that," Raegan replied, shaking her head.

"I just can't abandon him like this."

"People die all the time,"

Mitchel's voice was low, questioning.

"Would you care as much if he were a stranger?"

He then questioned her, "Isn't it because he's..."

Mitchel paused, the words hanging in the air, unfinished.

The tension between them was palpable, both seeming distant despite sitting face to face.

Their expressions were troubled.

As Raegan opened the door again, determined to leave, Mitchel acted impulsively. He reached out, beginning to remove her coat, then her sweater...

"Stop it!"

Raegan's cry was sharp, her grip on her clothes desperate.

But Mitchel was stronger.

Her sweater was gone, leaving her in a thin underdress.

Raegan, now covering herself, looked at Mitchel, fear evident in her eyes."Have you lost your mind, Mitchel?"

Despite her objections, Mitchel continued, tearing her underdress.

Raegan was left exposed, her upper body bare.

Tears filled her eyes as Raegan covered herself with trembling arms.

"Mitchel... Please, give me my clothes back..."

Mitchel's gaze, cold and calculating, swept over her, lingering on her slightly swollen belly.

The look in his eyes was unnerving, almost cruel.

Raegan felt vulnerable, exposed under his intense scrutiny as if every part of her was laid bare. She was lost, unsure how to shield herself from his piercing gaze.

In a voice choked with tears, Raegan pleaded, "Please, give me my clothes back..." Instead of complying, Mitchel abruptly lowered the car window and threw her clothes outside. The lingering scent of Henley's blood on her clothes seemed to unhinge Mitchel further. "Aren't you planning to get off the car?"

His voice was deliberately low and tense as he fought back the sorrow in his heart.

"Go get your clothes yourself!"

Mitchel burst out, unable to contain his frustration any longer.

Raegan stared at him, disbelief etched on her face. Mitchel now seemed like a stranger to Raegan, his actions mirroring the

craziness she'd seen in Henley.

Emotions swirled within her.

The despair, grief, and acute humiliation.

Suddenly, Raegan's resolve faltered, and she found herself vulnerable before Mitchel's gaze.

Tears streaming down her face, she reached for the door, intending to leave. Mitchel's heart twisted at the sight of her pale skin, but his inner turmoil was dwarfed by a deep-seated hatred. Click! Then, he locked the door. Raegan, trapped, chose not to face him, sitting with her back to him, blood and tears marking her once serene face. Yet, she clung to the remnants of her dignity. Then, Raegan heard Mitchel's voice, tense with frustration, from behind her, "Why are you so determined to save Henley? Don't you remember who you are? You're a married woman now." Upon his words, Raegan trembled and burst into tears. At that moment, she felt reduced to nothing more than an object at Mitchel's disposal, valued only for her utility. Mitchel, relenting, turned her around and dressed her in a black shirt, meticulously fastening each button. As Mitchel fastened the last few buttons, his grip suddenly tightened.

He spoke coldly.

"Have I been too lenient with you, or do you prefer being treated this way?"

Raegan's face was a mask of indifference at his words.

The man before her felt like a stranger, and her heart sank in disappointment.

In the distance, the sound of sirens filled the air as fire trucks and ambulances rushed to the scene.

Raegan felt a wave of relief at the sight.

She responded with a detached tone, "If that's how you see me, perhaps it's time to end our agreement prematurely." Their mutual disdain seemed reason enough to sever ties.

"End our agreement?"

Mitchel's voice was laced with a dark tone.

The scene of Henley and Raegan together in the car moments earlier flashed through Mitchel's mind. Gripping her chin forcefully, he spat out, "Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" His face and tone dripped with arrogance and disdain. Raegan, struggling to breathe, clutched the hem of the shirt. Pain overwhelmed her, a deep, pervasive ache that felt unbearable. The hurt was so intense she could hardly breathe. Luciana's past remarks about their mismatch hadn't stung this much.

Raegan was speechless, suppressing her urge to cry.

She refused to let tears fall in front of Mitchel. Meanwhile, Mitchel glanced outside, watching Henley being loaded into an

ambulance.

Then, he started the car, driving off swiftly into the night until it was just a speck in the darkness.

Soon, they arrived at Serenity Villas.

Raegan, looking at the once familiar place, nervously uttered, "I want to go home."

Mitchel turned to her, his voice devoid of emotion.

"You are at home," he stated flatly, his piercing gaze intimidating her.

Raegan tried again, "Mitchel, may I please go back on my own?"

Mitchel remained silent, his eyes icy and unyielding.

Mitchel led Raegan upstairs and gently guided her into the bathtub.

He turned on the faucet, carefully removing her clothes.

His actions were focused on washing away the blood and any traces of Henley.

Raegan remained motionless, her body rigid with tension. She didn't resist, fearful of Mitchel's unpredictable reactions.

Mitchel drained the bathtub, having washed away the bloodstains from Raegan.

Then, he turned the tap on again to refill the tub.

The water rose slowly as Mitchel's gaze met Raegan's.

"Do you have anything to tell me, Raegan?"

Raegan, startled by his question, struggled to comprehendwhat he was probing for.

She doubted he knew about her pregnancy, yet at this thought, she simply shook her head.

"No," she said.

Mitchel's eyes grew darker.

"Are you certain there's nothing you're hiding from me?"

Raegan remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together.

Mitchel's fists clenched, visibly trying to control his emotions. Henley's last words to him echoed in his mind.

"If I die, please look after Raegan and the baby in her belly."

The baby? Raegan was pregnant with Henley's baby? Henley pleaded with him to look after his baby? Mitchel's heart hardened

as he looked at Raegan, who was feigning calmness.

He had given her a chance to speak up.

After a pause, Mitchel began to unbutton his shirt, his movements smooth and graceful.

Raegan, sitting in the bathtub, hugged her knees, her complexion turning pale.

She trembled slightly, asking, "Mitchel, what are you doing?"

With a cold smile, Mitchel replied, "What do you think?"

Raegan's expression shifted rapidly to disbelief.

"Mitchel, remember, we're not actually a couple. It is just an agreement..."

In a sudden move, Mitchel leaned in and bit her shoulder. The sight of Raegan's trembling, the evident fear in her eyes, stirred

something in Mitchel.

"Did I ever promise not to touch you during our agreement?"

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