Love Unbreakable

Chapter 285 Bad Luck

The crystal lamp barely missed Mitchel's face, shattering against the wall with a resounding bang.

Fragments of the lamp scattered across the room, leaving Mitchel's otherwise handsome face marred by a bloody cut.

Unfazed by his injury, Raegan made a hasty attempt to flee. She was barefoot and seemingly oblivious to the broken glass strewn across the floor.

"Watch out!" Mitchel hurriedly reached Raegan and knelt, offering his palm as a makeshift platform for her feet.

Raegan couldn't withdraw her feet in time, causing the glass to cut into the back of Mitchel's hand and embed itself in his flesh.

A sudden rush of blood painted the scene.

Seemingly indifferent to the injury, Mitchel lifted Raegan and gently placed her back on the bed.

His blood dripped onto the cream-white bed sheet, staining it, yet he paid it no mind.

His blood continued to drip as he touched Raegan's face with his stained hand, fixating on her with piercing eyes.

The woman who had been presumed dead and haunted his dreams for the past five years was now miraculously alive in his arms.

"Raegan, Raegan..." Mitchel's tall figure leaned over Raegan, trapping Raegan in his arms while hoarsely repeating her name.

His trembling, bloody hand traced her features - her face, her eyes, and her lips. He was trying to see if she was real and not a figment of his imagination.

This woman in front of him was real, a far cry from the nightmares that had formented him for the past five years.

"Raegan." Pressing his lips to her forehead, Mitchel held her tightly in his arms and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, "You can hate me, despise me, or whatever, but please don't leave me..."

The metallic scent of blood filled the air as Mitchel pleaded with Raegan.

Raegan struggled to push Mitchel away, but her efforts were in vain.

In desperation, she bit hard on his shoulder.

To her surprise, Mitchel's muscles were so robust that she felt her teeth ache when she bit into him.

Mitchel snorted, looked at her with piercing eyes, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Raegan was at a loss for words when she heard that. She couldn't believe her bad luck. How had she ended up meeting such a crazy man? Maybe he was really out of his mind!

Frustrated, Raegan shouted, "Let me go! I want to go home!" Hearing her complaints, the fire in Mitchel's eyes surged again. He fixed his gaze on her and said coldly, "This is your home, Raegan."Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bullshit! This is not my home!" Raegan retorted.

"Yes, it is!" Mitchel insisted emotionally.

"I really don't know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else." Raegan was telling the truth. She had suffered from memory loss due to the car accident. She was not pretending. She genuinely had no idea who Mitchel was.

However, Mitchel either failed to notice her abnormality or chose to ignore it. He was determined to keep Raegan with him, going so far as to attempt to consummate their relationship to convince himself it wasn't a dream.

Bending down slightly, elbows on both sides, Mitchel suppressed his desire and said hoarsely, "You couldn't remember me because we haven't been together for a long time. Let me help you remember something, okay?"

Mitchel deftly loosened the buttons of his shirt with slender hands and lowered his head.

Suddenly, the sound of a resounding slap interrupted the surreal moment as Raegan struck him across the face. The man above her seemed to have lost touch with reality.

With gritted teeth, Raegan snapped, "Are you out of your mind? I have said that I don't know you. I have a husband, but it's not you. You have mistaken me for someone else."

Mitchel's handsome face darkened, his voice now dangerous and deep, "What did you just say?"

In defiance, Raegan flaunted the platinum diamond ring on her finger, snorting. "Are you blind? I'm married!"

The dazzling diamond on the ring glistened like a sharp blade, momentarily stunning Mitchel. Unfazed, he attempted to forcefully remove the ring from Raegan's finger.

Seeing this, Raegan instinctively covered her hand, protecting the ring. "Hey, you! What do you think you are doing? Stop it!"

However, she was no match for Mitchel's strength.

After forcefully removing the ring from Raegan's hand, Mitchel flung it into the trash can with a surge of anger.

With a heavyhearted expression in his eyes, he asked, "You have married someone else?"

No one knew the depths of Mitchel's torment over the past five years. The sorrow had made him live like a walking dead.

And now, whenever he thought of Raegan marrying another man, he felt like he was losing his mind.

His heart felt like it had been struck by lightning, and an unbearable pain swept over him.

A single tear fell from Mitchel's bloodshot eyes and landed on- Raegan's palm.

The warm tear seemed to carry his profound sadness.

With his eyes filled with tears, Mitchel demanded, "Have you ever thought about my feelings? You are my wife. Can't you understand that?"

When she heard this, Raegan found Mitchel's accusation so absurd that she responded firmly, "No, that's not true."

"Is that so? Do you want me to prove it?" After saying that, Mitchel forcefully pushed her onto the bed, restraining her wrists before pouncing on her. 

His eyes gleamed with an unsettling eagerness, resembling a predator closing in on its prey.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Raegan struggled to escape his grip.

Suddenly, just as Mitchel leaned over, a thunderous crash echoed through the room as the door was kicked open.

A man rushed in, pulled Mitchel off the bed, and pressed him to the floor while delivering a blow to his face.

Unwilling to be subdued, Mitchel retaliated immediately. In a matter of seconds, he turned the tables on his assailant, placing a knee on the man's neck, leaving him pale-faced and defeated.

Panicked by the turn of events, Raegan recognized the man lying on the floor. Without hesitation, she picked up an ashtray from the tea table and smashed it at the back of Mitchel's head.

A muffled sound filled the room.

Caught off guard, Mitchel released his grip on the man. Although the ashtray fell on the floor heavily, it was still intact. However, Raegan's actions broke his heart.

In the ensuing chaos, blood trickled from the back of his head. Mitchel raised his head slowly, his handsome face filled with disbelief.

Although Raegan was wearing a worried expression, her concern was directed to the man. Disregarding Mitchel's injury, she hurriedly approached and pushed him away.

Though Raegan lacked strength, Mitchel felt a deep disappointment as Raegan pushed him aside. 

Raegan helped the man on the floor to stand. Tears were streaming down her face. "Erick... Erick... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Erick answered as he stood up with Raegan's help.

In truth, Erick was a formidable fighter, yet dealing with the four bodyguards had drained his strength. His worry for Raegan led him to employ extreme measures, injuring himself in the process. Therefore, he couldn't defeat Mitchel.

Seeing Raegan's disheveled clothes, Erick felt his fists clench involuntarily. He quickly shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Are you alright?" Erick asked, genuine concern etched across his face.

Raegan only seemed to care about Erick's well-being as she nodded with teary eyes.

Despite Mitchel's having kissed her, Raegan had adeptly thwarted his advances with a well-placed kick. Therefore, he didn't take much advantage of her.

At Raegan's response, a hint of compassion softened Erick's previously somber expression.

In this shared moment of concern, Raegan and Erick were oblivious to Mitchel's presence.

Annoyed, Mitchel grabbed Raegan's arm and pulled her toward him indignantly. "Come here!"

"Behave yourself, Mr. Dixon! Please refrain from touching my sister any further!" Erick intervened, stepping forward to protect Raegan.

Erick didn't hesitate to address Mitchel by his family name, cutting through any pretense given Raegan and Mitchel had already met. There was no need for him to feign ignorance. In addition, he had taken the initiative to investigate Mitchel, leaving no room for hidden truths.

"She is your sister?" Narrowing his eyes in contemplation, Mitchel recalled his previous encounter with Erick. It struck him that Erick was the father of the lovely little girl he had met before.

During their interaction before, the airport staff had referred to Erick as Mr. Foster.

The Foster family? Mitchel had heard that it was a prominent family that had some business dealing with international flights. However, he couldn't help but ask himself how Raegan ended up becoming the daughter of the Foster family.

Erick opted for transparency. After all, Mitchel would uncover the truth as soon as he investigated. Without beating around the bush, Erick said plainly, "Raegan went lost when she was a little girl. We only managed to find her a few years ago."

Mitchel's gaze darkened as it settled on the delicate woman beside Erick. Raegan Foster?

"Mr. Dixon, your actions toward my sister amount to attempted rape. I will reserve the right to sue you," Erick declared, holding Raegan protectively.

"Attempted rape?" Mitchel responded impassively, his eyes clouded with gloom. Then, a derisive sneer played on his lips. "Don't you know I am her husband?"

Infuriated, Raegan couldn't tolerate Mitchel's audacity any longer. Exasperated by Mitchel's claims of marriage, she couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly tie the knot with him. She internally wanted to beat him up.

Raegan tugged at Erick's arm and said angrily, "Let's go, Erick. Don't waste time reasoning with this lunatic!"

Pointing at her head, she added, "I think there is something wrong with him."

She wondered why he had brought her here and insisted she was his wife.

Mitchel's handsome facade instantly contorted with fury upon hearing Raegan's words.