Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 182

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Nicole remained silent, merely shaking her head in response.

Shortly after, Jarrod walked in with the medication in his hand. Watching the space between Nicole and Roscoe, a flash of curiosity crossed Jarrod's eyes.

Jarrod handed the medicine to Roscoe, asking, "Does he need to start with an infusion or does the medicine need to be given first?"

Handing the medication to a nurse, Roscoe told her: "You can apply it at home. Start with an infusion for now Jarrod's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Aren't you going to apply the medicine yourself?"

Looking up, Roscoe's voice was soft but firm.

"No. If you need help, the nurse is available.

Undeterred, Jarrod's voice carried a hint.

“I will take care of the application myself.”

Roscoe seemed oblivious to Jarrod's words and returned to his work as the nurse finished administering the fluids.

Jarrod picked up a cigarette and looked at Roscoe from a short distance.

Roscoe, with his good looks and black-rimmed glasses, seemed innocent and non-threatening, like the campus heartthrob.

A cold smile crossed Jarrod's face as he pondered Nicole's possible attraction to these types of men.

He wondered if Roscoe had had sex before.

I didn't know if Nicole and Roscoe were having an affair or not.

The only thing clear to Jarrod was their moment shared at breakfast.

Leaning nonchalantly against the door, Jarrod played with his cigarette, smiling: “Roscoe, you know Nicole. Why do you act like you don't?

Without looking up, Roscoe answered truthfully, "Given her four monthly visits to the hospital, it's hard to forget her. "I asked him once if I needed to call the police, but never again."

Jarrod was taken aback. Nicole's frequent visits to the hospital were new to him.

His encounters with her were intense, consumed by passion, which made him doubt whether her discomfort was a consequence of their intimacy or something deeper.

He preferred not to look at her face so as not to get distressed, and each time he asked her to turn around.

Jarrod had more questions for Roscoe, but was interrupted by an attractive nurse who approached him.

«Dr. Watts, it's for you.

The nurse hurriedly put him on the floor and walked away timidly.

Roscoe stood still and, observing Jarrod's idleness, suggested, “You might consider buying some liquid food like porridge for your girlfriend. "He hasn't eaten more than an apple since noon."

Jarrod was stunned. He did not deny the term "girlfriend." He left the room and motioned for Alec to buy some porridge.

Once acquired, Jarrod placed the steaming bowl on the nightstand near Nicole.

Nicole, slightly but not noticeably intoxicated, jerked her head away in surprise as Jarrod approached.

"What are you doing?"

Jarrod had intended to buy him new clothes and had even thought about asking Alec to bring them to him.

However, thinking about Roscoe changed his mind.

Tilting his head, Jarrod's warm breath brushed over Nicole as his hand roamed unchecked. Leaning down, he murmured, "I want you."

«Jarrod, choose the time and place well for your advances. “This is a hospital,” Nicole scolded, grabbing his hand firmly. But her strength was no match for his.

She glared at him and warned him, "If you dare to step out of line, I'll..."

“What are you going to do?” Jarrod replied, pinching Nicole's cheek, making her lips pout and her teeth flash in protest.

His gaze became heavy. He had not found satisfaction in the camera before, and he found her involuntary pout seductive.

Nicole winced at the pinch, her tolerance evident in her frown.

Seeing his usual scowl, Jarrod felt a pang of compassion.

However, his sympathy diminished as he remembered her repeated deceptions.

With a cold gaze, Jarrod held Nicole's chin firmly.

«This is what you want. "Can't you stand it now?" he mocked.

Nicole felt disgusted.

He was bold, he cared little for the occasion and the surroundings.

Closing her eyes, Nicole exhibited a rarely seen vulnerability, whispering: "I can't... It hurts so much now..."

Jarrod's mockery was bitter.

«Then he moans. If it pleases me, I may set you free.”

Suddenly, Nicole looked up at the white walls of the hospital and a realization hit her.

Jarrod wanted Roscoe to hear her moan. He wanted to degrade her and test their bond.

In another time, Nicole would willingly share intimacy with Jarrod and avoid the sting of dishonor.

However, after being subjected to such degradation, her sense of dignity seemed useless now.

A sharp pain in his abdomen reminded him that his life could be fleeting and made him doubt the need to maintain his pride while enduring such agony.

In one deft motion, he caressed the rough tips of Jarrod's fingers with his tongue. His lips parted slightly, making a sound that was both seductive and pitiful.

“Mmm… Mmm…”

After a minute of farce, Jarrod ordered, "Enough."

Jarrod's lips were a firm line, his gaze icy with unfulfilled longing.

He realized that he didn't want anyone else to hear his voice.

More than that, he longed to silence her completely, to possess her in a way that left her soundless.

This overwhelming desire agitated him.

Nicole scoffed.

«Are you finished so soon, Mr. Schultz? Others might question your skill.

Jarrod's eyes darkened and his pent-up desire rekindled. With a sly laugh, he replied, “Damn it! Nicole, don't provoke me.

His mockery was sharp.

"If I were incompetent, you wouldn't be hospitalized now."

At his words, Nicole's rebellion seemed to crumble.

The pain continued to torment his body. He knew better than to irritate that madman.

Jarrod's phone broke the tension with its ring.

Without hesitation, he replied: "Honey."

In the midst of the discomfort, Nicole made out the identity of the caller.

It was Jamie.

Then Jarrod's voice took on an unusual softness as he said, "I'll be right back. Don't move."

Once the call ended, Jarrod turned to Nicole, who was still hooked to her IV: “Alec will take you back.”

Nicole turned around, too caught up in her emotions to respond.

Jarrod's eyes remained cold, impassive at her silence.

«Don't pretend to be jealous. "Your behavior disgusts me," he mocked, and left without giving her a second glance.

Alone, Nicole breathed a sigh of relief.

He reveled in the thought that Jamie's needs would keep Jarrod away tonight, giving him a rare peace.

She fell asleep lightly, but was startled awake by a cold sensation on her legs.

"Who is it?"

Her ankle was suddenly grabbed, and she fixed her eyes on Roscoe's handsome face, his actions clear.

A wave of shyness washed over his blushing features.

In his usual deep tone, Roscoe murmured, "Let me tend to your wounds, Nicole."

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