Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 515

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This repulsion seemed to deepen the shadow in Jarrod's eyes. He grabbed Nicole's hand roughly, clinging to it.

For a moment, Nicole was stunned. Then, feeling as if a boundary had been crossed, she tried to pull away, but Jarrod pinned her effortlessly against his chest.

Despite his injuries, Jarrod subdued Nicole with ease.

Jarrod's voice, low and deep, said, Nicole, let me enjoy it or we can go all the way. "You choose."

Hearing Jarrod's words, Nicole clenched her jaw in frustration, her voice laced with venom, saying, "If you think I won't retaliate, then keep provoking me!"

Jarrod's amusement at her challenge was evident. Pulling Nicole closer, he chuckled and said, "Baby, feel free to retaliate however you want."

Nicole felt chills. Jarrod's madness was evident. Nicole was speechless.

"Beast!" Nicole's arm tensed as she gritted her teeth and cursed.

However, Jarrod seemed unaffected, his tone deepened, and he said, "I'm flattered."

After a moment, Nicole's hands finally freed themselves. My palms felt burned.

Nicole felt trembling, her fingers numb and her lips pale from the pressure.

Instinctively, he poked his wound.

Jarrod hissed instantly. The erotic tension, which had just reached its peak, had not yet dissipated. The sting produced a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.

“Jarrod, you are repulsive!”

Jarrod just smiled, his voice low and hoarse, saying, "The price of pricking me."

Anger flashed in Nicole's eyes as she tried to slap him, but Jarrod grabbed her hand tightly, guiding it toward his wound.

He squeezed her hand, repeatedly pushing it inside. A cold, impassive expression settled over his handsome features.

"Does this satisfy you?" His tone was still eerily calm, but beneath the surface lurked a destructive, suffocating madness.

Jarrod's wound opened again and Nicole's hand was covered in blood.

Nicole gasped and said, "You're… you're crazy!"

Jarrod seemed devoid of any sense of pain as he pressed her hand hard against his wound, as if he intended to reach her hand into the newly stitched wound and extract the heart within.

«Do you despise me? Then let your hate flow. Hurt me more." Jarrod's eyes glowed ominously as he smiled and said, "Babe, it's unfair if I'm the only one having fun."

Nicole was terrified. Jarrod had lost his mind. The overwhelming smell of blood made him nauseous.

Jarrod's gaze was on Nicole, but it seemed unfocused.

"Nicole, your heart should only beat for me." His voice was laced with madness as he gently caressed Nicole's neck, his other arm wrapping tightly around her waist.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, more intense than any before.

He kissed her hard, sucking fiercely, with an intensity that surpassed everything before.

The mixture of their lips made him shudder, setting every inch of his body on fire.

Nicole was repulsed and resisted with all her might. However, Jarrod's strength was overwhelming and unyielding. Her head leaned back, her tongue numb from the intensity of their kiss.

Jarrod kissed Nicole with wild abandon, unrestrained and ferocious.

Just when Nicole felt like she was about to faint, Jarrod released her lips and rested his head on Nicole's shoulder.

Only then did Nicole notice the feverish heat radiating from her body.

His lips against her neck felt cold, making her entire being shiver.

Jarrod's voice was a mixture of hoarseness and mockery: Am I dreaming? I regret having done those things. Please, Nicole, don't despise me.

Bang! Jarrod held Nicole as they both fell to the ground.

Jarrod's already serious wound worsened, bleeding profusely.

The door was kicked open.

Alec, seeing the ground soaked in blood, turned pale with horror. "Mr. Schultz!

A rush of medical personnel rushed in, quickly moving Jarrod onto a stretcher for emergency treatment.

When they hooked up the heart monitor, Jarrod's heartbeat altered and dropped dangerously low.

The doctors took his temperature and said, “High fever! There are signs of decreased heart rate and pulse, prepare for defibrillation…”

Nicole slowly stood up, blood staining her clothes.

Lying on the hospital bed, Jarrod looked so frail, with a ghostly pale face, that he projected an unreal aura around him.

At that moment, the only thought that crossed Nicole's mind was that Jarrod wasn't indestructible. When it came to life and death, everyone was on the same playing field.

Alec grabbed Nicole by the neck, looking at her, soaked in blood, fury in his eyes. "If Mr. Schultz doesn't make it, I'll make sure you follow him to the grave!"

Fear took over Nicole. She grabbed Alec's arm, trembling, and said, “Alec, it wasn't my fault. I didn't do it. It was his fault..."

Alec's face showed no mercy, a stark contrast to the pity he felt for Nicole five years ago. To him, Jarrod had no comparison. Since Nicole returned, their confrontations had proven one thing.

Nicole had no affection for Jarrod. The only thing he harbored were plans to end Jarrod's life. However, Jarrod had explicitly ordered that she be left unharmed at all times.

Nicole clung to Alec, her body trembling, ready to fall on top of him. His fear was real.

Alec's disdain grew, remembering that he once thought she had some value. Now, he saw her as a woman without merit. With a strong push, he ordered: "Take her away."

Two men in black approached and took Nicole away.

Nicole found herself confined in a secret room, a space purposely designed to detain individuals within the villa.

The room was gloomy, cold and eerie. A small window, no larger than a hand, allowed a hint of light to penetrate the darkness.

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