Love Unbreakable

Chapter 293 My Husband Is Awesome!

Mitchel's warm breath enveloped Raegan.

Mitchel leaned casually with his right arm draped over the chair's back. His lips were mere inches from Raegan's face.

Raegan's heart raced with nervousness, almost choking her. Memories of the scene when Mitchel kissed and bit her the other day flooded her mind. The marks of that encounter still lingered on her skin and served as visible reminders during her showers.

The rush of embarrassment made Raegan blush as she thought about it.

She tried to back away, only to find herself cornered by the cold wall, chilled by the air conditioner.

Facing Mitchel who was so close that she could almost feel his lips on hers, Raegan stammered a warning, "If you... If you come any closer, I will call the police and sue you for sexual assault!"

Mitchel responded with a burst of laughter and his finger playfully flicked her forehead.

"Ah! Raegan's pretty face twisted in discomfort and she instinctively covered her forehead with her hand as she glared at him.

With a smile, Mitchel gently touched the tip of Raegan's nose. "Well, you could call this domestic abuse," he said.

His voice sounded almost like music to her ears. Raegan's face blushed immediately.

Raegan soon realized that his words hinted at something. It suggested they were a couple.

She averted her gaze from Mitchel and awkwardly changed the conversation. "Aren't you hungry? The food is going cold." At her words, Mitchel drew back and watched Raegan as she ate.

The table was laid with all Raegan's preferred dishes. Not that she wasn't accustomed to fine dining. After all, the Foster family employed a Michelin-starred chef. It was just that the dishes her family's chef made lacked something. However, both the ingredients and the cooking methods of the dishes from this restaurant were more to her liking.

Mitchel rolled up his sleeves, put on the special gloves, and slowly prepared the crab meat for Raegan.

Raegan had a fondness for crabs but found eating them a hassle. Sometimes, she even cut her fingers on the shells. Given her delicate health, even a small cut could lead to infection.

At home, the staff would only serve her crab meat that had been pre-processed, to avoid any risks. That was why Raegan never had crabs at restaurants.

To her astonishment, Mitchel displayed surprising skills. In no time, he had neatly peeled several crabs on his plate.

It was crabs' season, so the seafood was super fresh and juicy, and the aroma made Raegan's mouth water.

She hadn't expected Mitchel to be a fellow crab lover. As a seafood lover herself, it was almost a form of torture watching Mitchel skillfully peel the crabs right before her.

Struggling to control her craving, Raegan looked away, stood up, and declared, "I'm full. I should head home now."

Mitchel removed his gloves, stopped her, and made her sit back on the seat.

He then placed a plate of succulent crab meat before her. "Finish these first," he said lightly.

Raegan, taken aback, asked, "Aren't you going to have any?" Mitchel's eyes darkened slightly. He then remembered that Raegan had lost her memory and wouldn't recall his allergy to seafood.

"I can't eat seafood due to my allergy, so it's all for you," Mitchel explained.

This revelation made Raegan feel uneasy, like she was sitting on a bed of thorns. She hadn't realized Mitchel was preparing the crab meat for her.

As Raegan gazed at the plate heaped with crab meat, she contemplated their current relationship, feeling she shouldn't ) give in too easily. She thought about refusing the gesture, and even considered tossing the crab meat in the trash, which would surely infuriate Mitchel.

Raegan was torn, debating with herself.

Eventually, she justified accepting the food as not wanting to let it go to waste.

With a smile, she thanked him, "Thank you, then."

She then began to eagerly devour the seafood.

Mitchel watched her enjoy the meal and his expression turned distant for a moment. His mind was awash with memories from the past. In the days leading up to Raegan's car incident, Raegan had been deeply unhappy and her smile was lost.

Mitchel was filled with mixed feelings. Perhaps what Erick said was right. It was a blessing that Raegan had forgotten those dark times. Everyone who loved Raegan hoped she would leave behind those troubling memories and embark on a fresh start. In the end, only himself remained ensnared in the past and was unable to move forward.

Determined, Mitchel resolved to make amends to Raegan. Regardless of how others perceived him whether overbearing or selfish - it didn't faze him. His sole desire was to have Raegan close to him, day and night.

Meanwhile, Raegan had quickly finished her plate of seafood.. Mitchel offered Raegan a tissue and his gaze softened. "If you enjoyed it, I'll make sure to prepare more next time. But remember, too much seafood isn't great for your health," he cautioned gently.

Content with the meal, Raegan warmed up in her demeanor. She smiled, reminiscing, "My husband used to prepare crabs for me, too. His name was Kabir, you know."Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

At the mention of Kabir, Mitchel's hand tensed and he couldn't help but grab Raegan's slender wrist abruptly.

Raegan's words felt like a sharp, unseen blade piercing Mitchel's heart. The thought of Raegan's time abroad, falling for another man, and even starting a family with that man filled Mitchel with pain.

Mitchel felt a twisted sense of relief that Kabir was no longer alive. He shuddered to think what he might have done if Kabir were still around.

"Mr. Dixon, Mr. Dixon..." Raegan's voice, laced with concern, broke through Mitchel's thoughts. He snapped back to reality and released his hold on her wrist. Despite this, a shadow of seriousness lingered on his handsome face.

Raegan pondered over his reaction. Was Mitchel's anger because she had brought up her late husband, Kabir? If that was the case, that was thrilling! She had been contemplating ways to provoke Mitchel.

On her first day of fulfilling her duties according to their agreement, Raegan had extravagantly spent nearly ten million dollars refurbishing Mitchel's office. Also, she had taught Lauren a stern lesson. She had exerted every effort to provoke Mitchel, but he didn't seem to display any anger. Wasn't it said that Mitchel despised reckless spending and unkind behavior? Why then, did he not show his displeasure after all her efforts to get him angry?

Instead, Mitchel seemed almost amused by her mischief. He was smiling in a way that suggested he enjoyed her attempts to piss him off. This made Raegan question the information Erick had given her about Mitchel. It appeared she had been misguided in her approach.

Raegan remembered another detail about Mitchel, though. Rumor had it that he was extremely possessive, disliking anyone interfering with his personal or professional life, whether it involved his career or his relationships. That explained Mitchel's near loss of composure at the mention of Kabir.

With this new strategy in mind, Raegan spent the journey back sharing her memories of Kabir with Mitchel. She recounted her memories with Kabir, describing how he used to send her sunflowers, take her to the seaside, and often carry her back home.

She emphasized Kabir's name with each story.

As she persisted, she noticed Mitchel's expression growing increasingly dark. This reaction filled Raegan with a triumphant feeling. She reveled in the thought that her words were finally agitating him. She hoped her provocations would drive him to the point of seeking a divorce immediately.

Caught up in her efforts to annoy Mitchel, Raegan was surprised when he suddenly halted the car.

Raegan looked out the window and realized she had no idea where they were. With a puzzled look, she inquired, "Why are we stopping?"

Mitchel extended his hand and grabbed a cigarette from its ease. He was about to light it but then decided against it. He placed the cigarette between his lips, squinting slightly. "I stopped because I want to give my full attention to your story. Please, continue."

Mitchel felt a surge of frustration as Raegan continued to ramble about her late husband, whom she dearly missed. This made it hard for him to focus on driving. 

Raegan was taken aback by his reaction. She hadn't anticipated that Mitchel would be interested in hearing her past with another man.

Feigning shyness, she said softly, "But what I have left to tell is quite personal, and I'm not sure it's appropriate to share with you..."

Suddenly, the air around them grew tense and awkward.

Mitchel struggled to keep his anger in check. The thought of something personal... Huh! He bit back any harsh words. Then, he raised his eyebrows and gave Raegan a cold look. "What do you mean by 'something personal'?"

Unaware of the danger in his words, Raegan answered, "You know, the kind of intimate moments shared between a husband and wife."

Despite her claim, she actually couldn't recall any specific details. All she remembered was Kabir's kindness toward her. Her memories were faint, and she struggled to picture his face without a photograph for reference.

Left with no other choice, Raegan fabricated, "In any case, Kabir was awesome!"

Upon hearing her words, Mitchel couldn't help but laugh out loud. He casually tossed the cigarette out of the window and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He then stretched his arms across the back of the seat and leaned in toward her.

In an instant, Raegan found herself enveloped in his arms. She looked up and met Mitchel's intense gaze.

Caught off guard, Raegan was unsure how to react.

Mitchel looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, then said in a raspy voice, "You mentioned that your husband was awesome, didn't you?"