Love Unbreakable

Chapter 469 Davey's Orders

Raegan felt her cheeks warm as she gently refused. "No, not tonight."

The memories of her recent passionate moments with Mitchel left her body tender and aching, prompting a mix of admiration and bewilderment at how instinctively men seemed to navigate the waters of pleasure.

Though Raegan found these moments enjoyable at times, the frequency overwhelmed her.

Mitchel had a way of calling Raegan fragile in the past, always taking care to lift her spirits and ensure she felt cherished before they got carried away.

"It won't take long." Mitchel tried to persuade her with a hint of coaxing in his voice, "What about tonight?"

Mitchel had spent a significant amount of time trying to uplift Raegan's mood earlier, and having only skimmed the surface of their connection, he was left craving more.

"I need to get back to Janey." Raegan stood firm in her decision.

Unfazed, Mitchel proposed, "Then I'll come to your villa."

But Raegan was adamant. "No, let's not." The intensity of Mitchel's endurance amid passionate moments, while thrilling, also sparked a fear in her of what it might escalate into, something beyond mere playful teasing.

Noticing Mitchel's look of disappointment, Raegan battled with a sense of guilt. He had been considerate, holding back to ensure she had a wonderful time, and here she was, possibly being too rigid in her stance. "Maybe I'm being too stern," she pondered, second-guessing her refusal.

"Tomorrow night, Raegan suggested, her cheeks coloring with a warm flush. "Come to my villa tomorrow. I want to properly introduce you to Janey."

Mitchel's expression brightened instantly, his voice wavering with emotion as he asked, "You're willing?"

"Yes, I think it's time Janey knew you're her biological father."

Despite Janey's tendency to call Mitchel "Daddy', she would switch the way to address Mitchel at any sign of Raegan's disapproval, a situation that invariably pulled at Raegan's heart.

The truth that Mitchel was indeed Janey's father, in every legal and emotional sense, was something Janey was unaware of. Raegan felt a pressing need to clarify this truth.

Mitchel's hug grew firmer, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, my love." He had longed for this acknowledgment, holding his silence out of respect for Raegan's pace, all the while harboring a deep desire for it. "I vow to be a good father for Janey and a good partner for you, to love and protect both of you, always."

The future held many unknowns, but at that instant, Raegan felt enveloped in a profound sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her without words.

Insisting on a gesture of care, Mitchel accompanied Raegan to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone. Raegan took care to keep her face hidden, likely conscious of the potential for curious eyes among the staff to speculate about her and Mitchel's private moments.

As Mitchel and Raegan took the elevator, they ran into Devonte, who had been roaming the office floors. His wandering was not without purpose. He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique allure that he found particularly striking.

Regrettably for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she eyed him with a cautious wariness, as though he posed some sort of risk.

Upon spotting Mitchel with Raegan, who attempted to maintain a low profile in her long coat, Devonte's keen observation skills didn't fail him. Their previous business interactions had made Raegan a recognizable figure to him.

Despite the stern look Mitchel shot his way, Devonte couldn't help but address Raegan with a playful note in his voice. "Miss Foster, it seems Mitchel's 'business' was actually you."

Raegan's face was a picture of embarrassment, flushed a deep shade of red. She managed a faltering response. "Mr. Frazier, what a coincidence."

Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes and commented, "Yeah. It's reassuring to see you both in such harmony." Sensing Raegan's discomfort, Mitchel stepped in, especially as Devonte showed no signs of backing off from sharing their elevator ride. "Perhaps the next one for you."

Devonte, who had been eager to follow and press Mitchel for details about the woman he'd spotted earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps out of concern that Mitchel would shut down any further inquiries.

As the elevator doors sealed them off from Devante, Mitchel drew Raegan closer by the waist, his voice a comforting rumble. "Don't fret. Devonte's just being playful. He's not one to gossip."

Overwhelmed and still reeling from the encounter, Raegan asserted, "I won't come back here."

The thought was too embarrassing. She was tormented by the idea that the entire company might be whispering about her visit and her activities within.

Mitchel, his hand resting reassuringly on her waist, suggested nonchalantly, "Next time, take this elevator straight to the parking lot. That way, no one will catch sight of you."

"No! The protest came swiftly from Raegan, her embarrassment not yet faded. Hadn't this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?

Mitchel, ever the tease, gave her waist a playful pinch. "Why not? Wasn't I attentive to your comfort earlier?

Raegan's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Stop teasing" She knew he was saying so deliberately. Amid the intimate moments just now, he insisted on having her moaning. Now, just thinking about it made her wish she could vanish.

Mitchel was aware that she'd had such a great time just now. She had let go of her inhibitions more than ever before. His approach had, in his view, paid off.

In Mitchel's opinion, if one partner remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter. Encouraging Raegan to open up had made their moments together more fulfilling for both.

Reflecting on their shared experiences, Mitchel couldn't resist making another provocative suggestion, "Next time, why don't you come over at night? The view through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows is particularly striking after dark..." The implication made Raegan's heart race, and she could barely stammer. "You..."

The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened. With a playful squeeze of her cheek, Mitchel took her hand. "Let's go." Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.

Victor had finished her duties and was back on watch. The previous bodyguards failed to enter certain places like the lady's restroom, making Victor's presence unreplaceable for Raegan's safety.

While Mitchel had his reservations about Victor, he recognized her proficiency in ensuring Raegan's safety.

Victor received a serious glance from Mitchel. "Keep your eyes open."

Victor responded with a firm nod, "Understood, sir."

Mitchel lingered until Raegan's car was out of sight. Only then did he make his way back to the elevator.

As the elevator closed behind Mitchel, another vehicle discreetly trailed after Raegan's, maintaining a distance yet following her all the way to her villa.

This car, shrouded in secrecy, managed to capture some photographs before sending them off.

Far away, in a mansion overlooking the North Pacific, Davey reviewed the received photos with a click of his tongue. "She certainly takes after her mother, he noted, recalling Katie's grievances about Raegan being an obstacle

His next command was chilling. "Make it seem accidental, but ensure it's clean."

Davey's motives weren't driven by any personal vendetta on behalf of Katie but rather his disdain for Casey's offspring with Mr. Foster.

When asked about Raegan's child, Davey's tone turned icy. "Handle them together."Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Davey could not tolerate the thought of Casey being "contaminated by the existence of Raegan and Janey.

Erick, not being Casey's biological child, did not factor into Davey's concerns.

However, Davey was intrigued by Mr. Foster's decision to conceal Erick's true identity, treating Erick no differently than his own son.

"If it was out of affection, then Mr. Foster was far too kind-hearted," Davey pondered, considering such generosity a fatal flaw that would inevitably lead to Mr. Foster's undoing.

Interrupting Davey's thoughts, a servant from the basement burst into the room, visibly panicked. "Mr. Glyn, the lady, she... The servant stammered, barely getting the words out.

Overcome with anger, Davey seized the servant by the collar, his voice thunderous. "What happened!"

As the servant gasped for air, his face turning a shade of deep blue, a sudden noise erupted.

With a forceful gesture, Davey released the servant, sending the servant sprawling to the ground.

Davey then hurried downstairs. The servant trailed behind him, struggling to catch his breath and finally managing to utter, "The lady, she's... She's awoken..."

Bursting into the room, Davey approached the figure lying on the bed. "Casey?" he exclaimed, incredulous.

The woman in question slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded and uncertain. After a moment of silent assessment, she whispered, "Davey?"