Love Unbreakable

Raegan's complexion turned ashen.

She clenched her fists, shaking with anger.

Mitchel, equally agitated, spoke with a harsh, cutting tone.

But witnessing Raegan's uncontrollable trembling, he regretted saying those harsh words.

He questioned how he had turned so soft.

He had resolved to distance himself from Raegan, yet now, he yearned to embrace her, to offer solace.

Contemplating this, Mitchel hesitantly raised his hands, wanting to hug Raegan, but Raegan swiftly evaded.

She looked up, her voice firm.

“Mitchel, I won't be intimate with you.” Recalling Mitchel was about to marry Katie, Raegan refused to be the other woman in their relationship.

At her words, Mitchel's hands halted, his expression darkening.

He shouldn't turn so soft toward her.

Bang! With a loud bang, Mitchel slammed the door, leaving a heavy silence.

Raegan, consumed with concern for Nicole, felt overwhelmed with anxiety and helplessness.

‘Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stood rooted.

What the hell was she supposed to do...

After a night of restlessness, Raegan rose carly and visited Nicole's parents in the hospital.

There, she learned something important.

Jarrod’s fiancée was injured and hospitalized, potentially linking to Nicole's predicament.

Yet, Raegan couldn't ascertain Jarrod's fiancée's current location.

Later that afternoon, amidst her confusion, Henley called.

Raegan answered, but silence lingered between them.

Finally, Henley broke the silence.

“Raegan, how have you been lately?" Raegan responded coolly, "I'm alright.

I've transferred the medical expenses to your account.” Henley paused, then sighed.

“Raegan, you know | am not lack of money.” Raegan wasn't in the mood for conversation with Henley.

His deceit had painted him in a more complex light than she had anticipated.

Raegan replied icily, “Mr. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Brooks, if you have nothing else to talk about, I'm ending the call." Her voice was distant, detached.

Henley, disheartened, replied, "1 want to help you, Raegan.” “Really?” Raegan's skepticism was evident.

“I'm aware of Nicole's situation.

I can help you." Raegan, her heart tightening, didn't question how Henley knew about it.

She urgently inquired, "Can you truly help Nicole?” “Yes.

Let's talk about it in person." Henley provided an address and hung up.

Upon ending the call, Raegan swiftly hailed a taxi and headed to the address Henley had provided.

The destination turned out to be Henley’s studio.

The studio was sizable.

A secretary escorted her to Henley's office.

Henley, still recovering, struggled to walk as he greeted Raegan and gestured for her to sit.

Seated, Raegan asked, "Henley, what's Nicole's condition in the detention center?” “Nicole isn't doing well," Henley replied, aware of the entire situation, including Nicole's altercation with Jamie.

He also warned that Nicole might face harm in custody.

Alarmed, Raegan asked, “How is that possible? She hasn't been convicted yet." Henley adjusted his glasses and explained, "Consider the detention center's environment.

Jarrod has arranged for people to target Nicole there.“ Raegan was speechless, horrified by Jarrod's cruelty.

Jarrod hadn't let Nicole go, even arranging for Nicole's torture while in detention.

Concerned for Nicole, Raegan pleaded, “Henley, please, you must get Nicole out of there soon!" Henley, moved by her plea, responded, “I can help, but | have one condition.” His eyes held a wolf-like intensity, unsettling Raegan.

“What's the condition?" she asked.

Henley stood and sat close to Raegan, his presence making her uneasy.

Raegan recoiled, but Henley pulled her closer forcefully.

He caressed her face, his voice low and rough.

"Be my girlfriend.

From now on, I'll be the only man in your life.” Raegan's complexion was porcelain-like, with soft, full lips.

Henley felt a new, unfamiliar impulse surge within him, an urgent longing unlike anything he had experienced before.

Raegan felt trapped.

Henley's gaze was dark and overwhelming.

Without waiting for her response, Henley kissed her abruptly.

Raegan was taken aback, unable to respond immediately.

After all, they were in his office.

Raegan couldn't believe Henley would dare to behave so inappropriately in such a setting! She turned away, covering Henley's mouth, struggling to free herself.

Henley, driven by a fierce inner turmoil, seemed unwilling to release her easily.

His restless demeanor suggested an intense, consuming desire toward Raegan.

With one push, he pressed her against the sofa.

He held her hands tightly as he pinned Raegan on the sofa.

Raegan felt a sense of panic as if she didn't recognize Henley.

“Henley, stop! You can't force me.

Let me go!" she protested.

Henley removed his glasses, his eyes losing their warmth, becoming cold and ruthless.

“Raegan, you were meant to be mine long ago,” he said, his voice unnerving.

Raegan, confused and overpowered, couldn't push him away.

She retreated, demanding sternly, "Let me go, now." Henley caressed her hair, gazing at the pendant around her neck.

"Don't worry, Raegan.

I'll never hurt you.

But you must be mine.” He leaned in again, gripping her chin, and kissed her forcefully.

“Himm...

Stop it!" Raegan protested, struggling as the kiss landed on her hair.

Henley was determined, holding her tightly, his voice eerily gentle.

"It might be uncomfortable here.

Relax.

I'll try not to hurt you.” He was out of his mind! The image of Henley in Raegan's mind was shattered.

Raegan was furious.

"I'm not your girlfriend.

Don't make me call the police!" Henley laughed mockingly.

“You're so naive, Raegan.

No one can stop me.” At that moment, Raegan felt that Henley was going insane Tears fell from Raegan's eyes.

She pleaded, “Henley, don't do this.

I've always seen you as a friend.

How can you treat me like this?" “Raegan, | never wanted to be your friend.

| want to be your man.

Don't you understand?” Henley retorted.