Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 109

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Nicole curled up into a ball and covered her head with both hands to protect herself from the kicks and punches of the crowd.

The crowd beat her from all sides. At that time, he already had bruises all over his body.

Suddenly, someone pulls Nicole's hair and pushes her hard to the ground. He struggled, but could not get up. His mouth was filled with the smell of fresh rust and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain was too much for her. He felt like he was about to lose consciousness.

However, those people didn't care. They were like bloodthirsty beasts that became even more excited at the sight of blood. They hit her even more fiercely, even though she was already motionless.

Nicole curled up on the ground and gritted her teeth, holding back the tears that were about to fall.

He remembered the incident the other day at the party. At that time, she mocked someone for being an arrogant lover. But now, she was the lady everyone laughed at and hit.

And she was the worst of that kind. So it was no wonder that everyone despised her and looked down on her.

She couldn't get rid of Jarrod, so she had no choice but to suffer all the humiliations he inflicted on her.

For a moment, he wanted to die. If she were dead, she would never experience torture again. Maybe he would be happier in the underworld than in this world.

At that moment, someone moved his arms away from his head, exposing his face to the light. Then, everyone pointed their phones at her and started taking photos and videos of her bruised body.

Finally, Nicole saw the hate-filled eyes of those people. He saw Jamie standing behind the crowd, waving a room card in his hand.

His face instantly turned red and his heart seemed to have fallen into the depths of an ice cave.

Now everything was clear to her.

It must have been Jarrod who had given Jamie the room card so she could vent her anger.

It was his way of humiliating her.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard.

It turned out that someone had thrown a vase at Nicole. It crashed into the wall and shattered on the floor.

Some fragments splashed onto Nicole, instantly scratching her beautiful face, neck, shoulders, and back. Blood flowed from his wounds.

The scene was so shocking that everyone was stunned.

Everyone fixed their eyes on the person who had broken the vase. The woman was also shocked. He stammered: "I... I don't..."

He didn't even know who had given him the vase.

The intense pain stopped Nicole's reaction. She sat up dazedly, reached out and touched her face. His hand was instantly covered in fresh, hot blood.

His whole body hurt. It hurt him a lot.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “Fuck you!”

Then, that person pushed the woman who had broken the vase and asked, "Do you want to kill her?"

At that moment, the crowd divided.

In the middle, a tall and straight figure approached Nicole.

Nicole raised her head in a daze and saw his deep eyes and pursed lips.

Half his face was covered in blood, but he still forced a smile.

However, it only tightened the torn wounds on his face, causing him to wince in pain.

But he didn't care. He said word by word with difficulty: "Jarrod, why are you doing this to me?"

Nicole had never done anything wrong to Jarrod. But why did he treat her like that? It was too cruel.

The sharp pain he felt throughout his body exhausted what was left of his consciousness. Nicole was so tired that she closed her eyes and collapsed.

Fortunately, Jarrod caught her in his arms in time. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and his entire body was also soaked in blood.

In an instant, the bright red color dyed his suit.

Jarrod's back, which had never been bent, suddenly felt weak. It was as if his hands weighed a thousand kilos, which prevented him from standing.

He took off his suit, wrapped it around Nicole's body, and lifted her up. Then he stood up and kicked the woman who stood in his way away.

The woman was kicked so hard that she spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was about to cry when he met Jarrod's sharp gaze. She was so scared that she didn't dare say a word.

Jamie, for her part, approached Jarrod and said anxiously, “Jarrod, this has nothing to do with me. I didn't know they would do this. I'm so scared..."

Jarrod growled, “Get out of my way!”

Jamie's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this.

Jarrod hugged Nicole tightly and ran to the basement parking lot. He sat her in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. When he saw her lifeless face, he pinched her and said anxiously, “Nicole, stay with me. Hold on, okay? "I'll take you to the hospital."

However, Nicole did not respond. He lay motionless on the seat.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed and he panicked for a moment. Then he drove to the hospital as fast as he could.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Nicole was taken to the operating room.

As she lay on the cold operating table, Nicole finally regained consciousness.

The anesthetic had not yet taken effect, so he could clearly feel when the doctor removed the pieces of broken porcelain from his wounds with tweezers.

Every time a fragment was torn off, the pain was unbearable.

Nicole could only grind her teeth. For a second he felt cold. But the next moment, it seemed to burn. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down his wounds. The salty liquid caused him so much pain that he clenched his hands tightly.

His smooth back was covered with countless wounds. Even the doctor, who was also a woman, couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

The worst thing was that the cut on his face went from his cheekbone to his temple. Even if the wound healed, it would leave a scar.

Finally, the anesthesia took effect little by little. Nicole was in a trance. And in his semi-consciousness, he seemed to travel to that midsummer.

At that time, she was still the apple of her parents' eyes. He went out with his best friends and had fun. Plus, she was in love with Jarrod.

Back then, Jarrod was shy when he looked at her once more. She blushed when he kissed her. But all that no longer existed.

When Nicole came out of the operating room, her entire face was covered with thick gauze. It was no different from a mummy. The anesthesia had taken effect and she was fast asleep.

Since her face was very small, she looked miserable with the gauze wrapped around her.

Jarrod looked at Nicole's bandaged face and asked the doctor, "Will there be scars on her face?"

When the doctor heard his question, she looked at him with disdain.

Indeed, men only cared about women's appearance. In reality, the injuries to Nicole's back and arms were much more serious than those to her face. But Jarrod only cared about the scar on Nicole's face.

«Based on the current situation, yes, it is very likely to leave scars. In addition, the patient needs psychological counseling. “It is a very traumatic experience for her, so it cannot be ignored,” the doctor recalled.

She felt so sorry for Nicole that she wanted to punish those who had done this to her. If his supervisor hadn't told him to treat Nicole with care, he would have called the police by now.

Although he didn't know what had really happened, he firmly believed that Nicole's injuries had not been caused by an accident.

Nicole must have been harassed.

In the middle of the night, the anesthesia began to wear off. However, Nicole was still in a trance. He moaned: “Mom…

It hurts… It hurts…”

Her scream woke Jarrod up. He got up and went to check on her.

Nicole curled up in bed. Her eyes were closed and tears were streaming down her face. He frowned and continued mumbling.

Jarrod was so anxious that he called the doctor. Examining Nicole, the doctor shook her head and said there was nothing she could do except prescribe painkillers. But it was not recommended because it was harmful to the patient's body.

After the doctor left, Jarrod lay down on the bed next to Nicole and stroked her hair. I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I didn't know how to start.

The truth was that he had not comforted anyone in all these years.

When he and Nicole were still together, she was not a sentimental woman. That's why he had never cajoled her.

Later, his life turned upside down. All the women avoided him, and he also lost interest in cajoling any woman.

But at that moment, Nicole no longer had the strength to fight him. Instead, she lay in the hospital bed, weak and pitiful.

Jarrod's heart seemed to soften again.

He held her in his arms and remembered the moment they met.

Back then, Nicole was different. She had a plump and sexy figure.

For him, she was perfect.

But now she was very thin. She was so thin that he could even feel her bones. When did it start to be like this?

Jarrod was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that he too had fallen asleep.

It was the first time they slept in the same bed without doing anything. They just slept in silence.

At dawn, Jarrod woke up suddenly.

When he saw that Nicole was in his arms, a rare look of panic and confusion appeared in his eyes.

He got out of bed, feeling like he wasn't sober enough. If not, how could he have done something like that? He hated Nicole and shouldn't feel sorry for her.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with a handful of cold water. Then he stood in the smoking area and smoked alone.

"Jarrod..."

A sweet voice sounded behind him.

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