Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 241

Henley gently brushed away Raegan's tears with his fingertips and softly said, “If 1 had known it wasyou, 1 would've come for you earlier.

You mean so much to me.

Do you know that?" In the depths of Henley's abyss-like past, only Raegan had made him feel alive.

Raegan's tears didn't cease.

Henley's words were enigmatic and beyond her comprehension.

Her thoughts wandered over the people outside.

Thinking of them, she raised her voice and shouted as loudly as she could, “Help! Help...” Henleyswiftly covered her mouth, muffling her cries.

Then, he let out a bone-chilling laughter.

"No one will hear you.

And if by chance they do, they won't intervene.” In Raegan's heart, despair took root.

Henley had meticulously planned.

In other words, it was a trap for Raegan.

Henley pressed his index finger against Raegan's lips and whispered, "Be a good girl and give yourselfto me.

I promise I'll be better than Mitchel.” Even though he hadn't had sexual intercourse with women before,he had learned several techniques after realizing Raegan was the one for him.

He would be mindful of her feelings and was confident he wouldn't do anything less than satisfactory.

But as Henley pressed on her again, Raegan, gripped by panic, blurted out, "Henley, do you like me?"With a fire blazing in his eyes, Henley resolutely answered, "I like you.

I want all of you." Raegan sensed his unwavering determination, yet she tried to reason with him.

"If you really like me, you should respect me, not force me.” Henley's eyes darkened, and he muttered,“Since 1 was a child, things I liked would always be discarded by others.

From that on, I understand one thing.

If you want something, you must do whatever it takes to have it.” “It's not like that,” Raegan countered.

"If you force me, I will hate you.

Do you want that?” Henley paused for a beat and said in a low voice, “I don't want you to hate me.”Raegan seized the opportunity and continued, “I don't like you.

If you force me, I will hate you and wish for you to die.” “Do you like Mitchel?” Henley asked out ofnowhere.

With a low and magnetic voice, he bitterly asked, “Is he better than me?" Raegan closed her eyes andshook her head.

"I'm not interested in anyone.” “You little liar," Henley scoffed.

"You like him.” During their conversation, Raegan noticed a brief lapse in Henley's attention anddecided to seize this opportunity.

With that, she lifted her knee and struck him in the part where it hurt the most.

“Argh!” Henley winced in pain and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.

Raegan took her chance.

She pushed him away and stepped hard on his wounds.

Henley's handsome face turned pale, and his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

She had stepped right on his injuries.

At last, Raegan leaped away from him.

She had done it on purpose, and that was why she hit him on his injuries.

His wounds, still healing, burst open.

Blood gushed out, soaking his black trousers.

Raegan was not a pushover.

What Henley had done stirred hatred within her.

She looked directly at Henley, whose face was a mask hiding his true feelings.

With an icy voice, she warned, "Try anything like that again, and I'll make sure you end up behindbars." As soon as she said these words, she opened the door and was about to leave.

Just then, the secretary and two bodyguards blocked her way.

The secretary glanced at Henley and asked, "Mr.

Brooks, shall we let her leave?” Raegan's expression shifted.

She hadn't anticipated that Henley had placed bodyguards at the door.

To think, he was actually considering detaining her.

Using the sofa for support, Henley slowly stood up.

As he wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand smeared blood across his face, adding a dangerouscharm to his appearance.

He put on his glasses, regaining his gentle demeanor, and slowly said, “Raegan, I won't force you.

I'll give you until tomorrow to think about it.

But I'm afraid Nicole might not make it until then." Raegan's complexion turned ghostly.

Once Raegan left, the secretary came in with a medicine box to tend to Henley's wound.

She carefully cut open the blood- soaked suit pants.

As she cleaned the wound with an alcohol swab, her touch was gentle and her eyes were filled withdesire.

She had thought Henley had no interest in women.

But now, seeing otherwise, she wondered if she might have a chance.

With this thought, she became even more attentive in her actions, subtly brushing her chest against histhigh.

Henley was inexperienced in intimacy, but he wasn't naive.

He raised her chin with his fingers and asked with a tantalizing gaze, “Do you want to sleep with me?"The secretary looked up at Heniley's exquisite face.

The streak of blood on his cheekbone even enhanced his fierce allure.

With a flushed face, she murmured, "Mr.

Brooks, I can attend to your needs." Henley remained quiet, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

His long, cold fingers traced her jawline, and his knuckles grazed her slender neck.

The secretary succumbed to the sexual tension and let out a soft moan.

"Hmm..." She boldly took his hand, placed it on her plump bosom, and whispered, “Mr.

Brooks, take me...” “Ugh...” Henley smirked and suddenly tightened his grip on the secretary's neck.

Feeling suffocated, the secretary realized something was terribly wrong.

In a panic, she flailed and tried to break free.

However, Henley’s grip only tightened.

The secretary's eyes rolled back, and desperate sounds escaped her throat.

Just before the brink of death, Henley forcefully shoved the secretary away, who hit the sharp edge ofthe office desk with a loud thud.

The next second, blood gushed from the back of her head.

Henley's eyes appeared as though they were tainted by the most fearsome hellfire.

“Remember your place!” he snapped.

After leaving Henley's office, Raegan felt a profound feeling of worry.

Regardless of the veracity of Henley’s words about Nicole's condition, she had to do something to saveNicole.

Nicole was pregnant.

It wasn't just one life at stake, but two.

Jarrod was a bastard! Compromising with Henley was not an option for her, leaving her with only onechoice.

At home, Raegan was in turmoil.

She felt increasingly anxious as the evening wore on.

After pacing for some time, she finally mustered the courage to make a call.

“Matteo, is Mr.

Dixon available?" “He's not,” Matteo answered.

Raegan plucked up the courage and said, “Then please tell him I'm waiting for him at home," Matteoseemed surprised but quickly responded, "Alright.

I'll let him know.” In the detention center of Ardlens, Nicole was confined in a solitary room.

It was pitch black, making it impossible to tell day from night.

She had lost track of time.

Before being put in this room, doctors had treated her arm.

She had three broken ribs, but thankfully, they hadn't punctured her pleura or lung.

Rest and avoiding strenuous activity were vital for her recovery.

However, her frail physical state made self-healing seemed unlikely.

Despite these circumstances, her life wasn't entirely miserable.

Meals here were served regularly, and she was left undisturbed.

Most importantly, she was away from Jarrod, the devil himself, which brought her some peace.

Missing her parents, Nicole wondered how Jarrod planned to handle her.

But she believed Jarrod wouldn't keep her here long.

After ail, he couldn't torment her in this place.

As she continued to dwell on her thoughts, Nicole's mind eventually blurred, and she drifted into a deepsleep.

However, her slumber was disrupted by a sharp pain in her neck.

She snapped her eyes open, her heart racing in her chest.

Two women in prison uniforms stood over her.

One was pinning her down, while the other held a syringe and preparing to inject something into herneck.

Panic-stricken, Nicole writhed and struggled.

“Who are you?" The woman with short hair smirked and replied, “We're here to kill you!”