Love Unbreakable

Chapter 482 For five straight days, Mitchel chose not to go to work, preferring to stay at the villa with Raegan.

While Mitchel had the luxury of free time, Raegan still needed to attend her studio.

In her absence, Mitchel was left to his own devices at home. He picked up cooking tips from Annis, managing to serve Raegan delicious dinners each night, even boasting a soup that surpassed Annis’ years of expertise.

Intrigued, Raegan asked, "How did you get so skilled at cooking?" Back in their married days five years ago, Mitchel had never ventured into cooking, nor did anyone know he had the knack for it. Yet, his cooking skills hardly seemed amateur.

Mitchel, with a quirked eyebrow, casually replied, "Learning isn't tough if you're interested. Soup making is all about the timing and balance. Overcook it, and you lose the flavor.

Undercook it, and it lacks depth. Nail the timing and pick the right ingredients, and you end up with something that's

both tasty and healthy..." Raegan was impressed by his methodical approach to cooking, seeing it as something a perfectionist would do, applying precision even in the kitchen.

After savoring a large bowl of soup, Raegan remarked, "You've lured me for another bow! of soup." Mitchel, cleaning her face with a wet wipe, saying teasingly, "Thank you, Miss Foster, for taking me in. Caring for you is the least | can do." Raegan found herself at a loss for words.

After tossing the wipe away, Mitchel casually inquired, "Which soup did you like more, the one from lunch or tonight's?" Once again, Raegan was lost for words. She thought back to the lunchtime call when Mitchel had offered to make and bring her a meal, only to find she was already dining with a business partner.

The business partner cheerfully handed her a bowl of soup

and said, "Miss Foster, give this a try. It's supposed to make your skin softer and more dazzling." Little did Raegan expect the words of a business partner, a man, would stick with Mitchel.

Raegan quipped, "The one | had at lunch was pretty good, made by a real chef." "How good?" As Mitchel lifted Raegan up to head for a wash, he asked, "Better than what | make?" Lately, Mitchel had been carrying Raegan around every evening, so she barely had to use her feet. Mitchel enjoyed holding Raegan 's0 much that he couldn't resist doing so every chance he got.

"The soup tonight was a bit on the sour side." Raegan laughed, looping her arms around Mitchel's neck.

Catching her drift, Mitchel responded with a smirk, "Staying at home waiting for you to come back makes me overthink." Raegan hummed in mock agreement. "Now you understand how | feel when waiting for you in the past.”

Mitchel went quiet, wondering if that was how Raegan felt waiting for him. It had to be tough.

Noticing his silence, Raegan cheekily lifted his chin, saying, "Look after me well, and I'll make sure to come home early when | have social commitments." Mitchel looked at her, his voice hoarse. "I'll do my best to take care of you." After getting washed up, Raegan got ready for a bath, something she did unless she returned too late.

Meanwhile, Mitchel started washing up.

Raegan waited for him to step out.

After washing up, Mitchel unexpectedly didn't leave.

Instead, he carried her into the bathtub and turned on the shower.

"Splash." The sound of water echoed as it hit them, soaking their clothes.

The water wasn't cold, but the sudden soaking caught Raegan off guard. "Mitchel... We're getting soaked..." she

pointed out.

"Soaked? Then let's take them off, he casually suggested.

Raegan was at a loss for words. It seemed so obvious, yet his suggestion threw her. After all, one typically undressed to bathe.

As the water poured over them, both got completely drenched.

Raegan wore a knee-length professional dress, which was quite modest. But when it got wet, it clung to her figure, becoming unexpectedly seductive.

Mitchel's clothes didn't fare any better. His white shirt turned transparent, hinting at the contours of his body beneath.

Raegan, her face and ears flushing, pushed him slightly.

"Let me stand up first." "But isn't it my responsibility to take care of you?" Mitchel replied, his voice low and enticing. "Let me help you with your clothes."

As he slowly unzipped her dress, the warm water cascading down felt soothing.

The bathroom was filled with their moans.

"Mmm... Don't touch there..." Raegan managed to say.

Mitchel stopped and gazed at her, a victorious chuckle escaping him as he caught his breath. "Are you satisfied now?" Raegan blushed deeply, finding it hard to quiet the moans that slipped out. She felt like she was losing her mind! Mitchel was brimming with energy, not having work to tie him down, and brought something new to each day.

The following morning, Mitchel got up early and got everything ready.

Raegan, hearing the alarm, reached out to turn it off, wanting to catch a few more moments of sleep, but then she bolted upright. She suddenly remembered she had a crucial client meeting she couldn't miss.

Luckily, she hadn't slept in too long and still had time to get ready.

Walking to the bathroom in her slippers, Raegan was barely awake as she started brushing her teeth.

Mitchel came in, saw Raegan zoning out with her toothbrush still in her mouth, and laughed.

He moved closer, held her steady, helped her brush her teeth, and then gently washed her face for her.

Noticing Raegan's sleepiness, he whispered, "Maybe you should get some more sleep?" Leaning against him, feeling worn out, Raegan murmured, "I can't. There's a client meeting. This is all on you..." Their night had been a whirlwind, from the bathroom to in front of the mirror, and then back to bed, leaving Raegan completely drained.

Raegan's resting on him made Mitchel content.

Mitchel smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Sure, blame it on me. | just wanted to make sure | did a good job." Raegan, her cheeks a warm shade of pink, playfully

swatted his chest. It was only then she noticed he was wearing a suit and tie. With a look of surprise, she asked, "Heading out?" Mitchel nodded. "Yeah, I'm off to the company.” Now more attentive, Raegan inquired, "Has the investigation wrapped up?" It has." Mitchel nodded.

Raegan, concerned yet not wanting to seem unsupportive, embraced him, saying, "lil be here waiting for you." For Mitchel, nothing was more comforting than hearing his beloved say so. A smile broke across his face as he gently kissed her forehead. "Alright, wait for me." Once Raegan got to her studio, a sense of unease followed her throughout the day, the fear of bad news lurking in her mind. She found herself constantly checking news sites, hoping to not come across anything worrisome.

But as the day went by without any drama from the Dixon

Group, Raegan's anxiety slowly subsided, leading her to decide against reaching out to Mitchel That afternoon, even though there were no updates from the Dixon Group, Raegan got a surprise. A client had made a special request to work with her on a dress worth over a million dollars.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for clients to ask specifically for Raegan, especially those who admired her embroidery skills.

Upon entering the VIP reception room, Raegan noticed a woman in a red dress seated with her back turned to her.

‘Walking up to the woman, Raegan greeted with a friendly tone, "Hi there, I'm Raegan Foster, the general manager of Crescent." To her astonishment, the woman turned around to reveal herself as Katie.

"You?" Raegan's eyebrows knitted together in a slight frown.

Katie let out a soft scoff. "Wow, quite the welcome. So, this

is the kind of reception your esteemed clients get. It's no surprise your studio's struggling!" It was clear to Raegan that Katie was looking to stir trouble. Keeping her cool, she replied, "Miss Glyn, did you come to place an order or just to chat? Because if it's the latter, please excuse me." Katie's expression turned icy. "I came here to place the order, of course" "Good, then. Oaklyn, could you please take Miss Glyn's measurements?" Raegan called out.

"Why the hurry?" Katie eased into a seat. "I haven't even shared what I'm looking for yet." Professionally, Raegan asked, "And what exactly are you looking for, Miss Glyn?" ‘I'm here for a customized engagement dress." Noticing Raegan's reaction, Katie seemed to perk up. With a smug look, she rubbed her stomach. "And if | like how it turns out, | might just get my wedding dress from this studio as

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