Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 497

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Jarrod looked at her out of the corner of his eye and commented nonchalantly, "It's similar to what your family used to do."

Heart pounding, Nicole pinched her hand hard to calm herself. Then, with a hint of emotion, he murmured, "Yes, it's my specialty."

Jarrod, sensing her mood, did not inquire further. With a smile, he suggested, “How about some porridge? "I know a place that serves excellent porridge."

Nicole wasn't sure if it was her imagination. But Jarrod seemed to deliberately slow down his last words. Their intermittent smiles throughout the conversation left Nicole uneasy.

Nicole told herself not to think too much and closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

Jarrod adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at her. His smile had a hint of coldness.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at an elegant porridge restaurant.

Jarrod got out of the car, took Nicole by the hand, and led her inside.

Nicole was frustrated. Despite her intentions to manipulate Jarrod, feeling touched by him made her sick. He wished he could get rid of that touched skin. He realized that he couldn't even exploit him effectively.

Nicole tried to pull away, but Jarrod's grip was firm, and she stumbled in his embrace as he pulled her back.

Jarrod's tone was icy, almost like a threat. "Stop squirming or I'll take you inside."

Nicole stopped struggling. Him taking her inside would be much worse than holding her hand.

Together they entered the restaurant, looking like a couple in love.

However, Nicole's expression betrayed her true feelings: reluctance and a certain resentment.

Upon entering, Jarrod chose to sit in the main dining room instead of a chamber and asked, "Bring us shrimp and grits, please."

Nicole was momentarily taken aback. Shrimp and grits… It was the first dish he had cooked for Jarrod back in his college days.

Back then, they skipped cafeteria meals and she brought him shrimp and grits every day. Jarrod always finished the shrimp and grits she made. For three whole months, he never missed a meal prepared by her.

Shortly after Jarrod left, Nicole found herself making shrimp and grits every day, missing him terribly. After a week of routine, he couldn't take it anymore and felt nauseous.

Nicole marveled at how Jarrod had savored the same dish for three months as if it were a gourmet meal.

Reflecting on his past moments gave him a mix of emotions, especially considering his current situation. Nicole internally cursed Jarrod and his complex feelings. She wasn't sure of Jarrod's intentions in bringing her here tonight.

When the shrimp and grits arrived, Nicole felt a wave of nausea and looked around for a bucket. His attention was diverted when he saw a couple enter the restaurant.

It had been ages since Nicole had seen Jarrod, and it had been just as long since she had seen Roscoe.

A question dominated his thoughts as he saw Roscoe. Was Roscoe really that elegant man?

Under the bright lights, Roscoe's clear gaze confirmed it. Sure enough, it was Roscoe.

Nicole subtly tilted her head, her expression caught by Jarrod's icy gaze.

The young woman with Roscoe greeted Jarrod enthusiastically, calling him "uncle."

Jarrod acknowledged her with a nod.

Doreen, the girl, looked at Roscoe, intending to introduce him to Jarrod, but she noticed that Roscoe's attention was focused on Nicole.

Curious, Doreen asked, "Roscoe, do you know her?"

Roscoe looked away and replied coldly, "No, I don't know her."

At Roscoe's response, Jarrod raised his eyebrows and a cold detachment shone in his eyes.

Doreen's gaze lingered on Nicole, knowing that she was the one who had won Jarrod's heart.

Nicole's beauty was undeniable, with elegantly shaped eyes enhanced by tasteful makeup, and although her outfit was that of a typical office worker, it somehow increased her attractiveness.

Doreen couldn't resist a joke. «Jarrod, I was under the impression that you had little interest in the opposite sex. Yet here you are, having dinner with your stunning girlfriend.

Doreen's use of "girlfriend" had a biting tone, especially to Nicole.

Before Jarrod could respond with a smile, Nicole quickly clarified, "It's not like that."

Jarrod's expression stiffened.

Doreen's smile didn't waver as she tried to ease the tension.

“Oh please, there is no need to be angry. "I was just joking."

Then he pulled out a chair. “Jarrod, you wouldn't mind if we shared the table, would you?”

Jarrod didn't say anything. Nicole felt a surge of tension, but remained silent.

As Doreen settled into her seat, she invited Roscoe to join, gathering everyone together for the meal.

Doreen was facing Jarrod and Nicole was facing Roscoe.

The pot of shrimp and grits, ordered by Jarrod, filled the air with its tantalizing aroma. Doreen, drawn to the dish, turned to Roscoe and asked, “This smells wonderful. Would you like to try it?

Roscoe, however, was less inclined. "Forward. "I pass."

Doreen, pushing a little, observed, “Really? "It looks like you've barely touched your dinner."

With a cold demeanor, Roscoe replied: "I'm not interested."

Doreen, charmed by Roscoe's charm, ventured a suggestion tinged with a mixture of shyness and excitement: "Why don't we share a pot of Prawns and Grits?"

The proposition hinted at a closeness that seemed too daring for two people who had just met.

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