Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 413

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Noticing Nicole's reluctance, he assured her, "Only thirty minutes. "I'll be right back."

The breakfast place was some distance away. He promised to hurry.

Nicole, reluctant to squash her enthusiasm, nodded, “Okay, I'll wait for you.”

With a broad smile, Roscoe cheerfully accepted the keys and set off.

Upon the babysitter's arrival, Nicole, eager to avoid Austin's gaze, slipped into the next room.

Considering that it was still quite early, he opted to take a shower. Freshly showered and dressed, she was greeted by the doorbell ringing.

Anticipating Roscoe, Nicole opened the door with a welcoming smile.

"How fast..."

To her amazement, it was Jarrod who stood before her.

Nicole's smile instantly stunned her.

Seeing her smile, meant for someone else, made Jarrod's heart tighten. A pang of discomfort washed over him, marring his otherwise beautiful expression. His expression hardened and his eyes became intense: “Is he gone?”

Jarrod tried to get in. Nicole was immediately concerned about Austin, who was in the next suite. He was afraid that Jarrod would discover Austin's existence. Of course not.

Jarrod stepped forward, his voice sarcastic. «Nicole, did you have a good night? You…"

Before he could continue, Nicole forced the door shut, locking him in on the other side. He pressed his back against the door, his heart racing.

His ominous tone filled the air. "One two three…"

Nicole's fingers trembled as she picked up the phone, intending to order the babysitter to take Austin to safety.

Just as he grabbed the phone, the door beeped. It burst open.

Nicole turned around, her expression in disbelief, and Jarrod appeared with a black key card in his hand. «How did you manage...?»

Jarrod silently approached.

It was then that Nicole noticed the fresh wounds on his face and hand, and his red eyes, which suggested he hadn't slept all night. He looked quite intimidating.

Secretly trying to make a call, Nicole remained calm, saying, "Jarrod, you're walking into someone's room..."

Suddenly, Jarrod closed the distance, lifting Nicole with ease, and confiscated her phone, putting it in his pocket.

Nicole lashed out angrily: "Jarrod, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Undeterred, Jarrod, with an impulsive look, pushed her onto the bed.

He placed one knee, putting pressure on her legs, half kneeling, with his hands securing her shoulders, immobilizing her.

"Idiot! "Let go of me." Nicole fought back, her nails scratching Jarrod's face, adding another wound.

He seemed unfazed, his gaze intense. "Did you like last night?"

«Mind your own business. Get out of here. Nicole shouted through clenched teeth, looking at Jarrod with disgust.

Jarrod lowered his head and bit her collarbone hard. Then he looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me, did you enjoy it?"

Although Nicole couldn't move her body, one of her hands was still capable. He picked her up and gave Jarrod a hard slap. It was so strong that blood immediately came out of the corner of his mouth.

«It's none of your business. I told you to go away.

Jarrod's thin lips were stained with blood, making his cold and handsome face look even more evil. She grabbed Nicole's hand, held it tightly, and asked quietly, "Does hitting me make you feel good?"

Nicole scoffed, “Of course! "I feel very good."

“So, this side too.” Jarrod tilted the other side of her face, gripped her hand even tighter, and lifted it to help her slap him again.

A dull, crisp sound echoed.

Nicole was a little stunned.

The other side of Jarrod's face instantly turned red and swollen.

The slap this time was even harder than Nicole's first.

“Are you satisfied now?” Jarrod asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red and burning with suppressed anger. "If not, keep slapping me to death."

Nicole saw his face clearly. He had old and new wounds on his face, but he didn't seem to care. He even wanted me to continue slapping him. She thought he was really a lunatic.

«Jarrod, if you have brain problems, go to a psychiatric hospital. Don't throw a tantrum here.

«He thinks I'm sick. If you hate me, you can take revenge however you want. But you can never be with other men. His dark eyes turned even redder and locked on her. He said word for word: “I will never allow you to see other men. You can't eat, hold hands, hug, or sleep with other men. "Above my corpse."

Nicole wanted to continue making fun of Jarrod. I wanted to ask: What if I sleep with other men? But before he could say anything, suddenly…

“Waah!” A very soft cry of a child rang in his ears. It was so faint that even Jarrod might not have heard it.

Nicole shivered and turned pale.

Jarrod noticed his strange expression. His eyebrows furrowed tightly.

As he was about to say something, another soft cry was heard. This time, he heard it. «Waah! Waah!”

It seemed like Austin was being touchy and crying.

“What is that sound?” Jarrod froze. I wasn't pressuring him anymore.

Instead, he wanted to get up and check it out.

Nicole's mind went blank for a moment. He broke out in a cold sweat.

There was only one thing on his mind. Jarrod must never know about Austin.

Suddenly, Nicole raised her hand and hooked it tightly around Jarrod's neck. She met his surprised gaze and deliberately beamed at him.

«Where are you going? I haven't had enough fun yet. After saying this, he tilted his head, reached for her sharply defined jaw, and bit down hard.

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