Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 526

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Mitchel's tone was harsh, breaking down to gently bite her soft earlobe. "I'm afraid I won't stop at a simple kiss."

Raegan's face turned even more crimson.

The car finally arrived at West Lake Villa.

The cool breeze did little to soothe Raegan's flushed cheeks. Despite Mitchel's words not to kiss her, he continued to kiss her tenderly for a while longer. He even experienced an erection. She felt too shy to even look him in the eyes.

However, Mitchel seemed in high spirits, completely at ease from head to toe. He got out of the car and led Raegan to the house.

At the entrance, Mitchel whispered softly, “Raegan, don't push me away anymore, okay?”

Raegan was stunned. "YO…"

Mitchel patiently suggested, “Take your time. I would like to hear your thoughts later. There seemed to be some hesitation in pressing for an immediate response.

During the night, Raegan had trouble falling asleep, her mind replaying the day's interactions.

His thoughts were in chaos. Had they reconciled? To describe his meetings as reconciliatory seemed incomplete to him. However, the denial of such a thing, coupled with their closeness, indicated a level of intimacy that went beyond mere knowledge.

Raegan's thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of her phone. He picked it up and saw a message from Mitchel. «I will make a short trip to Berton and return the day after tomorrow at noon. Take care and let me know if you plan to go out.

Knowing exactly what he was up to filled Raegan with a sense of security. His cheeks grew warm again.

Then, he frowned slightly. He had not asked for information about his whereabouts. His plans were none of his business.

Lost in thought, Raegan tossed the phone aside and buried her face in the pillow. Thinking about these things seemed to bring him nothing. You had to sleep.

Aurora.

In a spacious and well-lit room.

A distinguished-looking man was sitting calmly on a sofa, idly twirling a glass of red wine, and asked relaxedly, "Is everything resolved?"

His assistant replied: "Yes, sir."

"What about the blood test results?" asked the man, known as Davey Glyn.

With due respect, the assistant presented him with a sealed document, saying: "Here you are, sir."

Davey put aside his wine, carefully opened the document and examined its details. The blood test suggested that Raegan was Casey's daughter.

A cold smile appeared as Davey stood up and disposed of the document in the shredder.

He then unlatched a tightly fastened iron door and entered an underground cellar.

Despite being called a basement, the space was lavishly furnished, exuding luxury and grandeur.

Davey approached a bed in which a woman who was probably in her late thirties or forties was sleeping soundly. Her features were impeccably balanced, her eyelashes long and captivating, they embodied the essence of serene beauty. She was a beauty.

Davey gently bowed his head, kissed the woman tenderly on the forehead, and said softly, “Casey, your daughter is truly blessed. Do you think he should end his life?

In the room dominated by a large bed, intricately patterned, brightly colored silk curtains danced lightly, a testament to Davey's eye for detail and the depth of his treasure for Casey.

Davey, with a gesture as tender as the morning light, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Casey's ear, his gaze filled with unspoken affection.

At that moment, a soft knock interrupted the tranquility of the room.

“Go ahead,” Davey invited.

A woman entered the room, her vision framed by black glasses and dressed in a white shirt and black pants. It was Jimena Hinks, in charge of the Glyn family's health as their private doctor.

Seeing Davey at the bedside, Jimena bowed respectfully and asked, "Mr. Glyn, should I give you acupuncture now or later?"

“Now,” Davey stated with a calm that filled the room.

"Very good".

Davey made his way as Jimena approached, preparing the space with professional ease and beginning a head massage meant to ease Casey into the treatment. Jimena's hands moved with precision, revealing her dedication to the job.

Despite the countless times Jimena's hands had performed these movements, Casey's beauty never failed to dazzle Jimena.

Casey was such a beauty that almost every man stopped in awe every time they laid eyes on her. Time had only added layers to her charm, creating a presence that could arouse the envy and admiration of any viewer, not just men.

Davey's decision to hide Casey in this secluded sanctuary, hidden from the world's eyes for years, suddenly seemed like the only sensible thing to do.

One by one, each thin, sharp needle found its way into Casey's scalp, meticulously activating each acupoint with gentle precision.

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