Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 145

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Instead of answering Jarrod's question, Nicole asked slowly, "Do you think Jamie will cry if he sees these photos?"

Jarrod's hostility manifested itself immediately.

“How dare you even mention her!”

Nicole smiled with a touch of irony in her eyes.

«It turns out that someone as powerful as you is also afraid of something. Since you don't want your wife to know, why do you keep sleeping with someone else? By the way, last time, when you hid me in your closet, I heard her moaning promiscuously. Is it because you can't satisfy her or the other way around?

Nicole paused before continuing, “Or… do you just prefer someone like me?”

His words were bold and dripping with disdain for Jamie.

Jarrod's face turned cold.

«You are not worthy of mentioning his name. You cannot even overshadow him. She is not despicable like you.

Nicole was no longer affected by his words. He had heard their insulting words so many times that he had already become desensitized.

"And you? Aren't you as despicable as me? You sleep with so many women in one day. Don't you think it's bad for your health?

Thinking about the scene where Jamie and Jarrod were together, Nicole felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit.

She was disgusted with Jarrod, Jamie, and herself.

And all because of Jarrod, the man in front of him.

She swore she would do everything she could to get away from him. I didn't even want to lay eyes on him again.

At this moment, Nicole picked up Jarrod. Then he asked her, "Do you really love Jamie?"

Kneeling on the bed, Jarrod looked like a sinner awaiting trial.

This position deeply displeased him. When he had just arrived abroad at that time, he was involved in a fierce fight and suffered losses. In the end, he was forced to kneel on the ground like this.

But due to his reluctance to submit, his spine received a strong kick from a pointed sole, which pierced his skin.

Remembering such a humiliating memory, Jarrod's face became extremely gloomy.

“Nicole, shut your mouth if you still love your life.”

"Answer my question," Nicole insisted.

"Of course I love her," Jarrod replied without hesitation.

Nicole scoffed at his response. He said sarcastically, "If you really love her, why do you keep sleeping with me?" That just means that your love for her is worthless.

Jarrod sneered coldly, “Sleeping with you is no different from sleeping with a female companion.”

Jarrod was blindfolded, so he couldn't see the expression on Nicole's face. But he thought she was gloating in her self-destruction.

How daring she was today! Didn't he think about the consequences of what he was doing? Didn't she know what he could do to her after he was freed from this chain?

Jarrod's anger flared. He said mockingly, “Don't you know what kind of creature you are? Have I ever treated you like a human being? You are nothing more than a tool that I can use to satisfy my desires.

As soon as he said this, a slapping sound echoed in the room.

Nicole slapped Jarrod so hard his face tilted to the side.

And for her, the crisp sound was satisfying.

Jarrod's face burned with heat. When I was abroad, I experienced unbearable agony. But he had never been slapped by a woman. He couldn't help but inwardly curse Nicole, thinking that she was a bold slut.

Although he was blindfolded, he could not hide the overflowing hostility in his gaze. He said through clenched teeth, “Nicole, it seems like you really are courting death.”

But what happened next was something I didn't expect.

Nicole suddenly buried her face against Jarrod's chest. Warm drops of tears fell on his cold, hard chest, making him feel like they penetrated his heart.

Then she said between sobs: “Jarrod, I love you so much. Why do you treat me like this? I love you! I love you! Don't you know, bastard?

Jarrod froze. He felt his entire being stiffen.

I couldn't believe my ears. How could she say she loved him? Was she crazy? Or was she making fun of him?

Jarrod had the impulse to tell Nicole to get out. But, for some reason, their lips seemed stuck together. He tried several times, but couldn't open them.

Nicole brought his face closer and kissed his lips boldly and passionately.

Then she confessed in her most loving tone: “Jarrod, I love you.

I hate myself for continuing to love you even though you love someone else. I can't make you love me. "I feel so useless."

Her tears fell on her face and slid to her lips.

He didn't know why, but he felt the desire to taste her tears.

Suddenly, Jarrod was filled with remorse. He shouldn't have given Nicole the chance to control him.

If only I had known it would be too hard to resist her.

Things shouldn't be like this. He should never have let her control him.

In Jarrod's eyes, Nicole was that despicable toy. She was a disgusting whore. And no matter what happened, his impression of her would never change.

He had no reason to change his mind.

Jarrod tried his best to convince himself that Nicole was just acting. He should not be moved.

His mind was a whirlwind. Still blindfolded, he didn't know the look on Nicole's face as she hugged him and cried.

If her eyes weren't covered at the time, she could see the complete lack of emotion in Nicole's eyes, her indifference to the extreme.

In fact, every word he said sounded rehearsed. It was as if he had silently memorized them beforehand.

At this moment, Nicole's words changed. He said, 'I hate you, Jarrod!

I hate that you don't love me anymore.

After saying this, he slammed the chain key on the floor and ran out of the apartment.

As soon as he came down the stairs, he turned off the phone and called a taxi. Still shaking, he asked the taxi driver: "Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

The driver was a little surprised, but handed him a cigarette.

Nicole picked it up, but didn't turn it on. He put it to his mouth and inhaled the aroma of tobacco.

Through this aroma, he felt that his father was by his side, giving him strength.

His father was still in the hospital bed, unconscious. Half a month had passed and she didn't have much time left.

She wasn't even sure if her performance would have any effect on Jarrod.

Nicole would only know if she had won or lost by seeing his next reaction.

If she won, she and her family could live a stable and peaceful life.

If he lost, he would fall. But she would drag Jarrod down with her.

Time passed quickly and Thursday arrived.

Raegan received a response to the resume she had submitted, inviting her to an interview.

His excellent grades at the university and the various certificates he had obtained were counted as his strengths. They gave him an advantage.

The interviews went smoothly and two companies wanted to hire her.

In the end, he chose Bright Minds Academy because it was a national chain and had greater growth potential.

They immediately took her to the Human Resources Department to sign the employment contract. He was then told to start work on Monday.

Raegan pulled out her phone, wanting to share this good news with Nicole and celebrate with dinner together.

But before he could make a call, his phone rang.

It was Mrs. Barton, his neighbor in Tenassie.

Raegan had asked Mrs. Barton for a favor to look after her house there, so they exchanged phone numbers.

«Hello, Mrs. Barton! What's happening?

Mrs. Barton's panicked voice came on the other end of the line.

«Raegan, you have to come back. Someone has splashed red paint on your grandmother's grave.

Raegan's face instantly paled upon hearing this.

Mrs. Barton couldn't explain the situation clearly over the phone, so she simply urged Raegan to come back immediately.

Raegan panicked. Thinking that her grandmother's grave was ruined, she began to tremble. He ran to the train station. But when he bought the ticket, he discovered that all the tickets for that day were sold out.

He tried to book a taxi with his phone. But since it was a long-distance trip, no one accepted his reservation immediately.

When she still didn't know what to do, a black Bentley stopped in front of her.

When he rolled down the car window, Raegan was stunned.

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