Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 439

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A crisp slap echoed in the bathroom. The moment Jarrod let go of Nicole, Nicole's palm landed solidly on his cheek.

Nicole felt her palm tingle from the impact. After all, he had delivered the slap with all his might.

Blood stained the corner of Jarrod's mouth and his eyes darkened.

With a dangerous gaze fixed on Nicole, he touched his tongue to his lips and licked away the blood.

Then, suddenly lowering his head, he let his lips trace the path where Nicole's tears had fallen.

Nicole's eyes flashed with surprise. She didn't expect that crazy man to dare kiss her again. She raised her hand, but this time he grabbed her wrist and blocked it.

On Jarrod's swollen face, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

«Every slap you give me will be paid with a kiss. And for every ten slaps..." As Jarrod spoke, he let his hand go to the hickey on his collarbone and circled it. With a chuckle, he finished: "I'll claim you!"

Nicole's pupils dilated for a moment and then gradually returned to calm. When a person's emotions built up to a certain point, the body's self-defense mechanism kicked in, turning off those emotions like flipping a switch.

For Nicole, showing any emotion to Jarrod, even anger, felt like a waste. He closed his eyes. When she spoke again, it was in an absent tone, as if her soul had abandoned her. «Jarrod, people die every minute in this world. Why aren't you one of them?

A hollow chuckle left Jarrod's lips. «Remember it well. You will always be mine. Even if I die, I will make sure you remember me for life.

After saying that, Jarrod picked Nicole up in his arms and carried her back to the bed. Then, he went to look for burn ointment.

As he applied the ointment to her scalded hand, he commented coldly, "Do you think I'm going to let you go because you do something stupid like this?"

Now that their relationship had reached a stalemate, Jarrod was willing to do whatever it took to keep her in his power.

The fight Nicole had just fought had exhausted her strength. She was too exhausted to have a conversation with him. Staring out the window, she responded in a tone devoid of any emotion: “I'm tired. Can you go?

Jarrod's hand that was applying the ointment stopped. He looked at her face for a few moments. Then, deciding not to say anything, he left.

With a heavy heart, Nicole fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, a feeling of thirst and restlessness enveloped Nicole.

Out of nowhere, a comforting presence leaned against her back, placing a pillow to support her and offering her a sip of warm water.

The wetness in his throat gave him new clarity and comforting relief.

A soft hand gently swept the corners of Nicole's lips with a soft tissue.

Still somewhat sleepy, Nicole forced herself to open her eyes, gradually focusing on the man's face. “Roscoe?”

Nicole was surprised to see Roscoe next to her bed in the middle of the night.

Since their meeting at the hotel, they had not seen each other or had any contact.

"Yeah". Roscoe's response lacked any discernible emotion.

Then, carefully placing the pillow under her head, he made sure she was comfortable as he lay back down.

Nicole felt her hand being lifted and found comfort in Roscoe's palm.

With a sideways glance, he watched as Roscoe removed the bandages and applied ointment to the burns.

Although her burns were not serious, the doctor had advised applying the ointment five times in twenty-four hours for optimal healing.

However, she had been asleep for a long time and had forgotten to do so.

Roscoe had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, revealing slender but powerful forearms, sculpted by regular exercise. His muscles flexed subtly, exuding attractive strength. He didn't seem to mind that the ointment was sticking to his hands as he skillfully massaged Nicole's hand, encouraging the absorption of the ointment.

Nicole watched his well-defined fingers, savoring the repetition of the gentle massage. Suddenly, a warm feeling surged from the depths of his heart.

He looked away and no longer focused on their clasped hands, but on the IV stand next to the bed. «Why are you here?

"My former colleagues informed me," Roscoe responded.

Seeing that Nicole was confused, he explained, "I asked them to let me know about anyone named Nicole in case something happened. "I want to always be reachable."

Instantly, Nicole felt an indescribable emotion and her eyes were about to cry. A distinctive warmth arose from the sour emotions within her.

As always, Roscoe was direct and honest, hiding nothing.

It seemed like, other than Austin, she was his only anchor in life.

Nicole's hand was wrapped in breathable gauze, but Roscoe continued to hold it, with no intention of letting go.

Feeling a pang of discomfort, it was Nicole who finally removed her hand. I'm fine. You can come back."

«No, you sleep. "I won't bother you," Roscoe insisted.

Nicole wasn't naive. She understood Roscoe's feelings towards her.

However, he did not call it love. He attributed his feelings to the fact that she had shined once in his life. Furthermore, he was probably grateful for the financial support his father had given him.

Since Nicole assumed that most of her actions were the result of gratitude, she could not accept her feelings with a clear conscience. It would be too unfair to Roscoe.

In fact, the lack of contact between them since their last meeting at the hotel had been a relief to Nicole. She considered herself unworthy of his kindness. He hoped Roscoe would come to this conclusion himself, but it seemed like he hadn't figured it out yet.

Determined, Nicole closed her eyes and blurted out, "Roscoe, I don't need you."

Roscoe's body stiffened for a second, but quickly returned to normal.

«I already know. "It's me who needs you." A palpable melancholy tinged his voice.

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