Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 294

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His previous resistance was purely instinctive. She hated the idea of ​​sleeping with him.

Even though he knew that Jamie might find out everything, he couldn't bear it, although he felt powerless to stop her.

"It doesn't matter. Since you are not willing, consider our agreement to have ended early,” Jarrod stated nonchalantly.

Jarrod stood up, put on his coat, and his silhouette looked like a demon coming to life.

Nicole ran over to him and grabbed his hand. "Jarrod, you can't break our agreement!"

His eyes, dark and fathomless, responded coldly: "Didn't you want us to get it over with?"

Nicole, tight-lipped, caught his intention. With a mixture of anger and sarcasm, he replied: “Jarrod… Are you dissatisfied with Jamie? Or have you developed a liking for me?

Jarrod raised an eyebrow. "You think too much of yourself."

Nicole retorted, fueled by his provocation. "It is you who have given me this trust."

Defiantly, she ran her fingers over his abs, taunting him: "Mr. Schultz, is this what you're looking for?"

His actions and words were a bold challenge to her pride.

She scoffed: “What difference does it make? Once I sleep with you, ten times I don't care.

Nicole's words hit Jarrod like a slap.

If he continued to react, it meant that he didn't care about his pride.

Nicole knew Jarrod valued her dignity, so her provocation was a gamble.

True to form, Jarrod's expression changed radically.

Nicole prepared for him to leave in a huff, but instead he scrutinized her, noticing the challenge in her eyes.

He quickly figured out his motive. She had provoked him into breaking the agreement.

He lifted her chin, with a cold smile. «Why do you bother doing it?

"We are cut from the same cloth."

Nicole recoiled from his touch, feeling a shudder.

«Since you say so, then you are…». Jarrod pulled Nicole closer, leaving her breathless, his voice rough as he finished, “Quite.”

His voice was not loud, but the tone was very mean.

A cold fire lit in Nicole's eyes, her defiant stance awakening something in Jarrod.

He loved her stamina, which gave him the thrill of challenge.

Jarrod forced Nicole toward the full-length mirror, his commanding attitude leaving her dazed and frightened.

"Turn around and put your hands on the mirror!" His voice was cold, his expression stoic.

Nicole gritted her teeth in anger.

Jarrod, intolerant of humiliation, was known for imposing severe retaliation.

«My father's operation is in two days. “Will it continue as planned?” he asked, grabbing the mirror. Reflected in it, she saw Jarrod, impeccably dressed, with strikingly handsome features.

Who would have thought that such a handsome man could harbor beast-like cruelty?

He turned and asked, "Will the doctor be ready for the operation tomorrow?"

“No problem,” Jarrod replied in a deep voice.

Nicole bit back a moan.

Irritated by her repression, Jarrod pulled her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror.

"Look at me," he ordered.

In the mirror, Jarrod's face transformed into something sinister, his gaze almost consuming Nicole.

«Look at me. Look who's behind you." I was looking for his total submission.

Jarrod's eyes were bloodshot, betraying a desire for more than just her body. He wanted to dominate her mind, forcing her to speak.

Pain coursed through Nicole's stomach, clouding her consciousness, leaving her mind blank.

"Do you see it clearly?" Jarrod's voice was sinister.

Nicole, curled up to soothe her pain, responded weakly, “Yes…”

Meanwhile, Jarrod was drenched in sweat, his eyes boiling as he ordered, “Say it. Say you're mine."

Nicole, a puppet in her agony, wanted to end the torment.

Sweat poured down his face and every drop fell to the ground.

Nicole longed to escape from that unbearable torment. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she struggled to say, "I am yours..."

Jarrod's smile was one of twisted satisfaction.

As he lost himself in his madness, he asked deeply, "You don't want me to get married, do you?"

Hearing his words, Nicole's mind returned to clarity. What had he just said? Had he lost his mind? And Jarrod, what the hell was wrong with him?

From the words coming out of his mouth, it seemed like he was suggesting that he would call off the wedding if she asked him to. What a weirdo! Had he gone crazy?

Nicole's eyes turned icy and she replied dispassionately, "I wish you a happy marriage. May you have a child as soon as possible.

"Oh..." Nicole couldn't suppress her cry of pain.

She was sure Jarrod had done it on purpose…

Once he was done, Jarrod set her down and headed to the shower.

Nicole, curled up on the floor, writhed in pain. The stomach pain was unbearable and prevented him from getting up.

He tried to get up, but pain coursed through his body. He felt like an invisible force was taking over his heart and threatening to give him a heart attack at any moment.

Lately, these symptoms were becoming more frequent and he could barely control them with his special painkillers.

He couldn't afford to die before his father's operation.

He trudged over to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of painkillers, and gulped it down.

But his dry throat resisted the pills.

As she searched for water, Jarrod hovered over her.

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