Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 418 Don't Hate Me

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 defiance was evident. Holding Nicole closer, he chuckled and said, "Babe, feel free to retaliate as you please."

Chills ran down Nicole's spine. Jarrod's madness was evident! Nicole was left speechless.

"You beast!" Nicole's arm tensed as she clenched her teeth and cursed.

Yet, Jarrod seemed unaffected, his tone deepening, and said, "I'm flattered."

After a moment, Nicole's hands were finally freed. Her palms felt scorched.

Tremors ran through Nicole, fingers numb, her lips pale from pressure. Instinctively, she poked at his injury.

Jarrod hissed instantly. The erotic tension, which had just peaked, had yet to dissipate. The poke elicited a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable for him.

"Jarrod, you're repulsive!"

Jarrod simply smirked, his voice low and husky, saying, "The price of poking

me."

Anger blazed in Nicole's eyes as she attempted to slap him, but Jarrod seized her hand tightly, guiding it toward his wound.

He pressed her hand, repeatedly pushing it inwards. A cold and impassive expression settled over his handsome features.

"Does this satisfy you?" His tone remained eerily calm, yet beneath the surface lurked a madness, destructive and suffocating.

Jarrod's wound reopened, and Nicole's hand now was covered in his blood.

gasped for breath, saying, "You... You are

sense of pain as

hand on his wound

hand into the freshly stitched wound and extract

eyes sparkled ominously as he smiled and said, "Babe, it's unfair if I'm the only one having

lost his mind! The overpowering nt of blood made her

on Nicole, yet it

me." His voice was laced with madness as he gently caressed Nicole's

he brought his head down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss,

fiercely, with an intensity surpassing

made him

was repulsed, fighting back with all her might. Yet, Jarrod's strength was overwhelming and unyielding. Her head was forced back, her tongue numb

with wild abandon,

like she was about to pass out,

the feverish heat radiating from his body. His lips against her neck felt

and mockery, saying, "Am I dreaming? I regret doing those things. Please,

Jarrod held Nicole as they both

severe injury worsened, bleeding

door burst open with a

seeing the blood-soaked floor, went pale

surged in, swiftly transferring Jarrod onto a stretcher for

monitor,

and said, "High fever! There are signs of decreasing heart

to her feet slowly, blood

on the hospital bed, Jarrod looked so fragile with a ghostly pale face, casting an unreal aura

the only thought crossing Nicole's mind was Jarrod was not indestructible. When it came down to life or death, they were all on the same

in his eyes. "If Mr. Schultz doesn't make it, I'll ensure you follow him to

arm, shaking, and said, "Alec, it wasn't my fault. I didn't do it. It was his

confrontations had proved one thing. Nicole bore no affection for Jarrod. All she harbored were plans to end Jarrod's life.