Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 110

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Jarrod turned to find Jamie standing behind him. Thinking she wouldn't appreciate the smell of his cigarette, he put it out and threw it away.

A wave of relief washed over Jamie when she saw what she had just done. She was sure Jarrod wouldn't blame her for anything, even if she had done something as extreme as killing Nicole.

“Why are you here?” Jarrod asked with a puzzled look.

Jamie raised the thermal pot in his hand.

«I have prepared breakfast for you.

"It's your favorite seafood soup."

Jarrod's eyes sparkled. During their difficult times abroad, Jamie's homemade soup had been their only solace.

They headed to the dining room of the VIP room and took a seat at a table.

Jamie lifted the lid of the pot, filled a bowl, and handed it to her.

Jarrod accepted the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.

«How does it taste? Does it taste the same as before? Jamie asked as she looked at him expectantly.

"It's delicious," Jarrod replied.

As Jamie refilled his bowl, his hand shook and he ended up spilling the soup, scalding the back of his hand.

"Ah!" he cried out in pain.

Quick as lightning, Jarrod picked her up and headed to the bathroom. He then called a nurse to apply ointment to the burn.

As the ointment was applied, Jamie clung to Jarrod's shirt.

His face was wet with tears and contorted with pain.

"What are you doing? Don't you see that it hurts? Jarrod snapped at the nurse.

Frightened and terrified, the nurse began to apply the medicine with extreme caution.

Jarrod's concern melted Jamie's heart. She pretended to be magnanimous and said, “I'm fine, Jarrod. Don't be so hard on her.

Jarrod finally calmed down.

When the nurse had applied the ointment to Jamie's hand, Jarrod headed to the bathroom to clean the soup stains from his clothes. As he passed the infirmary, he heard two nurses gossiping.

"Have you seen that woman who entered the VIP room yesterday with the handsome man?"

"What man are we talking about?"

«The one who has a scar on his forehead. He has a rough appearance, but he is undeniably handsome.

«Oh, that handsome guy. What's wrong with him?

“Well, he just brought another woman into the VIP section and asked me to treat her burn. You wouldn't believe how much he was putting it on. Soup had been spilled on his hand, but it wasn't even that hot.

The way he writhed and moaned in the guy's arms, you'd think he was on his deathbed. "I swear, if we had left that 'wound', it would have healed itself."

«Ugh. There are so many women like her today. They really show that the squeaky wheel takes away the oil. Look at the woman in that room. They beat her so much that her face was disfigured. "He doesn't stand a chance against these drama queens."

«Are they blind or what? "So much for dreaming of the rich and handsome."

Those nurses left. Meanwhile, Jarrod stood still as a statue, his fists clenched.

The disturbing image of Nicole, her body covered in blood, invaded his mind once again.

Thinking of her, a mysterious wave of discomfort radiated from his heart, filling him with pain.

He had done everything he could to avoid even thinking about Nicole's face. In the end, he couldn't help it.

After what seemed like an eternity, he returned to the living room. Jamie was still there, waiting for him. As he entered, she raised her bandaged hand as if asking him to pick it up.

Jarrod thought about the earlier conversation between the two nurses and had mixed feelings.

Jamie tugged on his arm and asked in a voice like a spoiled child, "Jarrod, can I ask you something?"

Just the day before, her family members had been arrested by Jarrod for beating Nicole.

If it weren't for the vase, teaching Nicole a lesson shouldn't have come to this.

To tell the truth, it was Jamie who had given the vase to the woman.

She was eager to seal Nicole's fate.

"What's happening?" Jarrod asked absently.

«It's about my family. They only reacted the way they did because they found out what Nicole did to me. Can you forgive them?

Jarrod looked at her. His gaze was sharp enough to cut glass, which made Jamie nervous.

He pursed his lips and, after a long moment of silence, finally said, “Jamie, I think I already told you that you are not allowed to put your hand on Nicole's face.”

Jamie's face drained of color.

«Leave her alone. "I'll take care of them," Jarrod declared.

This meant that he was not going to let those people off the hook.

Jamie ground his teeth in frustration. He realized that Jarrod's decision would destroy any prestige he had in his family. After all, she was the one who instigated those people to harm Nicole.

Desperate, she pretended to complain and reasoned: “What happened yesterday was my fault. "I shouldn't have let Nicole get under my skin and I should have stopped everyone right away."

"What did he tell you?" Jarrod asked curiously.

Jamie hesitated at first but then continued, "Promise me you won't be mad when I tell you."

"You have my word."

«Nicole says she's only sleeping with you for the sake of the Lawrence family. In fact, you disgust him, especially because of the scars on your back. "He says they look like centipedes and that they give him nightmares."

As he spoke, he noticed Jarrod's expression becoming increasingly icy.

Jamie took the opportunity and feigned indignation.

«It made me angry. "I don't care that you're involved with other women, but I can't stand it when no one talks about you like that."

Meanwhile, Jarrod's fists clenched tighter and his veins stood out on his skin. He remembered Nicole's lack of enthusiasm every time they had sex.

Jamie's revelation seemed to align with Nicole's arrogant and snobbish personality.

It turned out that Nicole despised him to that point and couldn't wait to distance herself from him.

However, she was not much nobler than him. If it were not for the betrayal of the Lawrence family, the Schultz family would not have suffered such a severe blow and would have completely withdrawn from the Ardlens market.

Don't take it personally, Jarrod. In my eyes, you are the best out there. Jamie leaned into Jarrod's arms and rubbed her head against him as her eyes flashed a hidden, malicious gleam.

Jealousy had clawed her way when she opened the hotel door and saw Nicole, who had just slept with Jarrod.

That damn bitch.

If he couldn't lay a finger on Nicole, he would come up with a plan and make sure Jarrod himself took down Nicole.

Jarrod masked his emotions and stood up.

"I'll have the driver take you home."

Hearing this, Jamie frowned and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"Aren't you going with me?"

Jarrod planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

«I have other matters to attend to. I'll see you tonight."

"OK." Jamie forced a smile and continued, “What about my relatives? What will become of them?

Jarrod didn't say anything.

«It's okay, Jarrod. I won't hold it against you. In the worst case, I will only receive some reproaches from my uncles.

Jarrod ran his fingers through her hair and assured her, “Don't worry.

"I will have them released."

"Really? “You are very kind, Jarrod.” Jamie put her arms around him and added in a sweet voice, "I can't wait to be your wife."

Jarrod took her hand and stroked it.

"I promise you that you will be the happiest woman in the world."

Once Jamie was gone, Jarrod returned to Nicole's living room and found her awake.

He approached her expressionlessly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“How are you feeling?”

Nicole looked at him. Seeing him, she remembered the humiliation she had suffered at his hands and her eyes clouded with disdain.

"Do not touch me. You're disgusting".

The word 'disgusting' ignited fury in Jarrod, and his face twisted in an instant.

His hand shot out to grab her throat. He clenched his fist until his face began to turn purple and his breathing became labored.

His eyes narrowed and brimmed with cruelty, as if he were a demon from the depths. He stared at her and shouted, "Say it again!"

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