Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 452

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Luciana warmly thanked: “Katie, you are incredibly kind.”

«Luciana, how many times do I have to tell you? With me there is no need for so much formality. Katie, feigning irritation and staring at Luciana, said, “You have always been like a mother to me in my heart.

Do you still see me as a stranger?

Luciana's face softened as she met Katie's gaze. «Katie, in my eyes, you are like a daughter-in-law…».

Luciana's voice faltered. When “daughter-in-law” escaped her lips, those words seemed to hit her suddenly.

The next moment, his hands flew to Katie's throat, his voice rising in frenzy. «You... you will lead my son to ruin. I won't let you hurt him. "I won't allow it."

Caught completely off guard, Katie found herself being forcibly pushed down into the car seat by Luciana.

Luciana, who had always maintained her strength through regular exercise, now had her emaciated fingers gripping Katie's throat like iron bands, tightening with each passing second. It seemed like it wouldn't stop until Katie was out of breath.

In a panic, Katie managed to grab her bag and hit Luciana on the head with all her strength.

The blow made Luciana momentarily regain her senses. He looked at Katie, then at his own actions, and let out a horrified scream, releasing his grip.

«Katie, I'm so sorry. I really lost my mind, mistaking you for someone else…” Luciana stopped mid-sentence, her mind racing to remember who she had imagined strangling. His expression turned panicked and his fingers trembled.

Luciana was taken aback. Why did Katie's face seem to transform into Raegan's in her moment of frenzy? Was Raegan really alive? The image of that passing figure that she had seen before in the hospital sharpened Luciana's gaze.

Gasping, Katie went into a coughing fit. He never expected Luciana to fall into such a state of mental confusion. Maybe it was the recent adjustment in the way he hypnotized Luciana that made her flip.

Katie had always been cautious, especially to avoid drawing Mitchel's attention to Luciana's supposed therapy, ordering Mr. Gomez to handle things with the utmost discretion.

Luciana, now somewhat calmer, patted Katie's back, asking worriedly, "Katie, are you okay?"

Her face still dull, Katie nodded her head weakly. "I'm fine, Luciana, really."

Internally, Katie reflected on the situation. Although the hypnotic effects were showing on Luciana, it seemed that her mental state had deteriorated more than anticipated. To avoid raising suspicions, Katie decided it would be prudent to ensure Luciana's stability by suggesting she continue her medication at home for a few more days first.

Back in the hospital ward, when Raegan entered Mitchel's room with a lunch box in hand, she found him engrossed in working on his laptop.

Despite his illness, Mitchel had not given up his usual attire, opting for a shirt even at bedtime. The dark fabric contrasted with his pale yet strikingly handsome features and gave him an air of mysterious charm, reminiscent of a knight under the cloak of night.

Mitchel possessed an undeniable natural charm. Her features were a stunning testament to her attractiveness, and every movement and pose radiated a sense of exclusivity that seemed unattainable.

"Aren't you going in?" Mitchel looked up, offering a soft smile to Raegan, who stood in the doorway in admiration.

Raegan snapped back to reality. Aware of having been caught staring at him openly, a wave of heat took over her cheeks, painting them the tone of a deep sunset.

He mentally scolded himself for his lack of composure. She had encountered handsome men before, surrounded by people like Erick and Stefan, both undeniably attractive in their own right.

Walking in as if she had just realized it, Raegan announced, “I just got here.”

Mitchel raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why did I just feel someone's gaze on me?"

Raegan cleared her throat, trying to look away. «You are wrong.

I just arrived".

Mitchel let a smile spread across his face, not mocking Raegan anymore.

"Maybe I've missed you so much, always waiting for your arrival."

Raegan felt her cheeks grow even hotter. What was it about missing her? Their words painted a picture as if they were a couple deeply entangled in a romance.

“Stop talking nonsense,” Raegan protested.

Opening the lid, the aroma of porridge filled the air.

Raegan poured a bowl and set it in front of Mitchel, but he didn't move, adopting an expression that clearly meant he was waiting for her to feed him.

Raegan glanced at him and commented, "I noticed your hands were perfect while you were working."

Mitchel, well versed in their exchanges, responded without embarrassment: "My arm hurts too much. "After seven hours of work, I can't even lift it."

Raegan was speechless. Might as well feed him. She had fed him before, so it wasn't a new task for her.

He gently blew on a spoonful of oatmeal to cool it and handed it to her. Mitchel, showing his gratitude, sipped it with refined grace. His table manners were impeccable, his demeanor calm and collected.

Raegan, a little anxious, asked, "Do you like it?"

After all, it was his first attempt after so many years. He thought it tasted good, but was aware that tastes could vary greatly.

Catching the woman's hopeful gaze, Mitchel felt a warm feeling wash over him. After a brief pause, he complimented: "It's very good, just like before."

Raegan, pleasantly surprised, made him another spoonful. «Was I always so affectionate? "I even prepared porridge for you."

"Yes, you were always very affectionate when you were my assistant."

Mitchel confirmed.

Raegan froze, a sense of disbelief washing over her. He remembered his graduation certificate. He had specialized in design, but had never followed that path professionally. How much must she have loved this man to have silently taken on the role of assistant behind him?

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