Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 566

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Nicole was stunned for a moment. She looked at him confused.

Wait for what?

After thinking for a while, she realized that he wanted to wait for her to finish showering, so she could help him bathe.

These last few days, Jarrod was bedridden, so Nicole personally took care of his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to leave. But he had to return in the evening to help him with his personal needs.

Each time, Nicole complied through gritted teeth. Luckily for her, Jarrod's wounds were still healing, preventing him from making sudden movements and leaving him lying passively.

Although Jarrod bristled, Nicole managed to maintain a calm composure and an unwavering gaze. That was because he imagined it as one of the corpses his professor used in his college anatomy class. Only those corpses were respected. But Jarrod was a dark, decaying corpse.

Since Nicole knew what she was waiting for, she said impatiently, “Okay. Come out now.

Jarrod nodded and wheeled his wheelchair toward the door. Before leaving, he said, “By the way, the doctor said I can take a bath in the bathtub. Help me fill it later.

Nicole was speechless. So that was it. No wonder he was in an unusually good mood today.

Nicole was so upset that she no longer wanted to shower.

Since he couldn't open the zipper, he forcibly tore it off. His good mood was ruined by Jarrod's words.

He quickly rinsed his body and changed. Then, he headed to Jarrod's room without even drying his hair. Whether he liked it or not, he had to bathe him anyway.

Since Jarrod could now bathe in the bathtub, it meant that his body had almost recovered. If that was the case, she had to endure. He couldn't falter in the last step.

Nicole pushed the door and entered. Jarrod was in bed, reading a business magazine. He went straight to the bathroom to fill the bathtub.

The bathtub was large and had six faucets that discharged water at the same time.

at the same time. Within ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with enough water.

Nicole turned around and was going to call Jarrod when she collided with her wheelchair. She started, not knowing that he had already rolled silently behind her like a ghost.

Nicole clutched her chest in fright and exclaimed.

Seeing her reaction, Jarrod simply commented dryly: "Clueless."

Nicole stared at him as if scrutinizing him. Did he know something or was he just making a casual comment?

Whenever Nicole was around Jarrod, she felt like a radar, constantly alert to his presence. I had nothing but suspicions. It was a sad reality.

Sometimes, she really didn't understand it. He knew Jarrod was suspicious of his motives. But despite this, he still wanted to be with her. It was as if he kept a traitor at his side. Was it simply an illness?

While Nicole remained dazed, Jarrod began to untie his silk robe, revealing a well-defined, muscular chest and abdomen.

Nicole quickly covered her eyes. "Jarrod, what are you doing?"

“Take a bath,” Jarrod replied nonchalantly.

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