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.

for breath, saying, "You...

devoid of any sense of pain as he forcefully pressed

hand on his wound

insert her hand into the freshly stitched wound and extract the

me more!" Jarrod's eyes sparkled ominously as he

sheer terror. Jarrod had lost his mind! The overpowering nt of blood made

on Nicole, yet it seemed

your heart should beat only for me." His voice was laced with madness as he gently caressed Nicole's neck,

his head down, capturing her lips in a

fiercely, with an intensity surpassing anything

lips made him shiver, igniting every

was overwhelming and unyielding. Her head was forced back, her tongue

with wild abandon, rampant and

was about to pass out, Jarrod released her lips and nestled

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

I dreaming? I regret doing those things. Please, Nicole, don't

as they both fell

injury worsened, bleeding

open with

seeing the blood-soaked floor, went pale

surged in, swiftly transferring Jarrod onto a

attached the heart monitor, Jarrod's heartbeat

said, "High fever! There are signs of

to her feet slowly, blood staining her

Jarrod looked so fragile with a ghostly pale face, casting an

Jarrod was not indestructible. When it came down to life or death, they were

his eyes. "If

it wasn't

contrast to the pity he felt for Nicole five years ago. To him, Jarrod was beyond compare. Ever since Nicole came back, their confrontations had proved one thing. Nicole bore no affection for Jarrod. All she harbored were plans to end Jarrod's life.