Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

She speculated that those of wealth were subject to erratic changes in mood.

Nevertheless, now that she held the membership to Kingbel Club, it seemed inevitable that their paths would intersect again.

With that notion lingering in her thoughts, Amilia reached into her pocket and retrieved a pristine business card Mitchel had given to her.

She carefully entered his name and number into her phone.

“Matteo Jenkins,” Amilia murmured the name printed on the business card under her breath several times, noting his title as an executive assistant.

Oblivious to the truth that Mitchel didn’t tell her his true name and simply handed her his assistant’s business card, Amilia started to consider her next step.

In her mind, although this job title seemed modest, the ease with which he provided her the membership hinted at substantial wealth, likely in the hundreds of millions.

Moreover, he was incredibly handsome.

Amilia was smitten.

Her heart had been captivated from the instant she saw him.

Mitchel strode toward the parking lot, sensing a slight discomfort in his body.

He had remained seated for an extended period this evening and had foregone his customary ther@peutic bath.

Having waited in the car, Matteo received a text from an unknown number.

The message read, “Hey, Matteo, it’s Amilia.

Here’s my number.

Thanks for today.

I’d like to treat you to a meal sometime.

”

Frowning, Matteo promptly blocked the number.

Upon spotting Mitchel’s approach, Matteo swiftly exited the car, opening the door for him.

As his fingers brushed the door handle, Matteo whispered, “Someone is following us.

”

Mitchel’s demeanor shifted to seriousness.

Without a word, he readied himself to enter the car.

Just then, a voice called out from behind, “Mitchel!”

Mitchel turned around, only to be tightly embraced by Raegan.

Raegan nestled her head against his chest, absorbing the texture of his shirt, the faint medicinal aroma, and his cold presence.

It all aligned perfectly! Realization dawned.

The person who had held her in the club earlier was indeed Mitchel!

Raegan gazed up at Mitchel, finding his eyes unusually serene, devoid of emotion.

With her suspicions confirmed, Raegan’s heart raced with excitement, her eyes reddening.

“Mitchel,” she murmured, still partly embraced, unwilling to release him.

“It was you just now, wasn’t it? It was you, wasn’t it?”

Meanwhile, Matteo had discreetly faded into the background, positioning himself where he wouldn’t draw attention.

Mitchel’s handsome countenance remained impassive, devoid of any discernible emotion, while Raegan’s tears flowed unabated.

Raegan dreaded the possibility of hearing hurtful words from Mitchel.

Though her vision was blurred by swollen, teary eyes, the physical closeness was undeniable.

Every subtle cue suggested Mitchel still cared about her.

How could she believe his claim that he no longer loved her?

Clutching Mitchel’s shirt tightly, Raegan sobbed.

“Janey mentioned that you shielded her from hitting the table corner that day.

I’m sorry for misunderstanding you.

But could you at least give me a hint about your reasons of being this cold to me? I’m losing my confidence…”

Despite her puffy eyes, Raegan’s beauty remained undiminished.

The faint glow of the streetlights lent a poignant air, akin to a pristine white lily fallen to the ground.

“A hint?” Mitchel’s lips curved into a faint, disdainful smile.

“What would you like to hear?”