Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 215

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“Did you borrow this large sum of money from Mitchel?” Nicole asked, with a worried expression.

Then he handed the card back to Raegan and said, “I don't want it!

Please return the money as soon as possible. "Don't sacrifice yourself for me."

Raegan shook her head decisively.

«No, I didn't borrow money from him. "I actually sold the painting I painted in college, the one called 'Yearn.'"

"That? Did you sell that masterpiece? Nicole was shocked by the revelation.

The painting was a moving portrait of Raegan's mother, a window into her dreams. Raegan had spent months, pouring her heart and soul into resurrecting that dream, painstaking piece by piece.

At the time, Nicole thought it was beautiful and casually shared half of the photos on a foreign social platform. To her surprise, someone was interested in buying it and wanted to meet the artist.

However, Raegan rejected the offer, prompting her to delete the post.

Nicole didn't expect Raegan to sell the prized painting for her sake.

Rejecting the money, Nicole insisted: "I can't accept this. “Go and take your painting.”

“Keep it,” Raegan insisted.

«I sold it on a website, and both parties cannot share personal information. Returning it is now impossible.

At that time, an interested party offered three million dollars for the painting after Nicole uploaded it to the Internet.

This time, when Raegan uploaded it, the price suddenly skyrocketed to five million with two competing bids.

It was strange that the buyer kept asking to meet with Raegan, but she always refused.

Raegan acted cautiously, well aware of the different and sometimes unpredictable nature of people on the Internet. Once the painting was sold, he immediately deleted his account on the website.

Despite Nicole's reluctance, Raegan suggested, "Didn't I sell my apartment earlier?" I've been living in your apartment. Consider this money as if I had bought your apartment. From now on, I won't have to pay rent, okay?

Nicole replied: "But it's not fair to you. My apartment is not worth three million. "It's barely worth a little more than two million."

Undeterred, Raegan insisted, "If you keep saying that, it's like you're questioning our friendship. Consider the remaining money my investment in your family business. If it fails, it's my fault. But if it is successful, you can give me dividends annually, okay?”

Nicole was touched by Raegan's kind offer, so she didn't reject it further.

After all, he needed the money to weather the storm.

With Jarrod's five million, he now had a total of ten million, enough to weather the storm for a while.

His heart sank. She felt satisfied knowing that lifelong happiness came from family and unconditional friends.

If the Lawrence Group managed to overcome this challenge, Nicole still had an apartment in her name as an alternative. In case of any unforeseen event, he planned to ask his parents to put it in Raegan's name.

She couldn't bear it when the person who truly cared about her suffered loss.

Worried, Raegan asked, "Has Jarrod been giving you trouble lately?"

Nicole's gaze flickered, not wanting to worry Raegan.

"No, don't think about it too much."

Nicole hadn't expected Jarrod to be more fragile than herself. As a cancer patient, he had already regained consciousness, but Jarrod remained comatose due to complications from his injuries.

The two talked for some time. Raegan left the room soon, as she had classes in the afternoon.

After her classes, Raegan returned home with newly purchased ingredients, intending to prepare a nutritious soup for Nicole tomorrow morning before she went to class.

As she got out of the elevator, she saw a message from Henley on her phone informing her of a new linguistic minority translation job he had gotten for her. The salary was not as high as the previous one, but it was still considerable.

Henley suggested that he pick up the material at his house the next day.

Raegan smiled and replied, "Okay."

He felt a sense of relief at the thought that he almost had enough money for his planned studies abroad.

However, when he took a few steps forward, he accidentally bumped into someone.

Taking a step back, Raegan looked up to see a tall figure and froze for a moment.

Mitchel towered over her, immediately seeing Henley's messages on her phone.

His expression darkened instantly.

Perplexed, Raegan asked, "Why are you here?"

He thought he had made his position clear the night before.

Mitchel, a proud man, wouldn't come looking for her again, or so she thought.

"That? Am I bothering you?

His words dripped with sarcasm, leaving Raegan perplexed as to what she had done to upset him again.

They should go their separate ways, since their relationship had already ended.

Sighing, he replied, “Yes, it bothers me. Mr. Dixon, didn't I make everything clear yesterday?

Mitchel's eyes narrowed.

Is it because of Henley that you don't want to marry me again?

Raegan frowned.

"Can you stop involving others in this?"

Mitchel's face darkened even more.

"Well, I see you've been enjoying your time chatting with him."

Raegan was momentarily speechless.

Then she realized that he might have seen her recent chat history.

However, it was nothing more than a work conversation. There was nothing between her and Henley.

After the previous incident, Raegan confessed that she had cheated on Mitchel. She and Henley had never been together.

Maybe Mitchel had never fully trusted her from the beginning.

Now that a future together was out of the question, he was free to think whatever he wanted.

"Think what you want." Raegan didn't bother explaining and started to open the door.

Behind her, Mitchel's once handsome face abruptly turned cold. He grabbed the doorknob before forcibly turning it around and pressing her against the door, his lips descending on hers.

The items in Raegan's hand fell. Before she could resist, Mitchel captured her lips and tongue. His intensity was palpable as he sucked and nibbled on her tongue fervently, as if trying to extract something through the kiss.

His mouth was flooded with his invasive breath. Such an aggressive kiss was very uncomfortable.

Raegan resisted and punched him hard in the chest. In an instant, her hands were firmly held by him and pressed against his chest.

Under her palms, she felt the powerful, rhythmic beating of Mitchel's heart.

The air around her was filled with her clean, cold scent.

Raegan's breathing became labored, feeling dizzy and weak. He tried to push it away with his feet.

Unfortunately, his legs fell short of Mitchel's height. His kicks barely grazed his shins. They were more of a tickle than anything else.

Mitchel finally let go of Raegan as her face turned an unusual shade of red.

But his tone remained stern.

“Hurry up and breathe.”

Raegan opened her eyes and gasped, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard. What did he mean by that?

Mitchel smiled and said softly, "I'm not done kissing you yet."

Raegan couldn't help but curse, "You bastard!"

Pressing his hands against the door, Mitchel grabbed her waist and said, “You didn't complain when you were drunk. I decided I couldn't let you take advantage of me for free. "I need something in return."

Enraged, Raegan replied without thinking, "Even if I was drunk, you enjoyed it too!"

Mitchel pressed his leg against hers, taunting, “You enjoyed it too.”

Sensing the unwelcome presence of her leg, Raegan shot her an annoyed look.

"If we both enjoy it, how did I take advantage of you?"

"If so, why don't you marry me again?" Mitchel suggested.

Only then did Raegan realize the trap she had fallen victim to at the hands of that cunning man.

Mitchel raised his knee, brushing it lightly against her leg. His gaze was piercing as he said, “Come back to me. "I can do even better than that night."

Raegan's face flushed red hearing him say that.

Suppressing her racing heart, Raegan exclaimed firmly, “That's impossible!”

Suddenly, Mitchel's handsome face darkened. He looked at her lips and demanded in a hoarse, threatening voice: "Say it again?"

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