Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 297 That Face!

Melissa's chin throbbed from Jarrod's tight grip as if it teetered on the verge of being crushed.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and Melissa shivered under the weight of his cold demeanor. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.

Jarrod scrutinized Melissa's face with care. It was her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Nicole's. Both of them possessed captivating eyes. Nicole's eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.

In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a persona of submission and flattery. Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissa's were steeped in sycophancy and compliance.

Melissa's eyes mirrored Nicole's to an uncanny degree, yet their personalities stood worlds apart.

After enduring the pain for an extended period, Melissa felt she had reached her limit. If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush her chin.

Just before she could utter a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.

Melissa crumbled weakly to the floor, her heart racing with a frantic tempo. She considered herself fortunate that her chin wasn't made of plastic. Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.

Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a cold command, "Fetch the wine."

Trembling, Melissa poured the wine. Jarrod downed glass after glass with effortless ease, quickly finishing two bottles.

The wine packed quite a punch. As the alcohol began to take its toll, Jarrod's vision blurred, and Melissa before him increasingly resembled Nicole, who once spent days and nights by his side.

Jarrod muttered, "Nicole... Nicole..."

It wasn't the first time Melissa had heard that name. From the very first time Jarrod had ordered her to spend the entire night with him, she was forbidden to utter a word. He simply gazed at her face. He forbade her from displaying any e no tears, and certainly no sound was allowed. Back then, she had understood that she must remain silent. Making a sound would shatter the illusion that she resembled that woman

y emotion. No No laughter, n

Jarrod's lids drooped, and he possessed deep-set eyes. His lashes weren't particularly thick, but they were long, and his neatly trimmed hair gave him a

suave, icy charm.

There was no denying that men like Jarrod exuded undeniable masculinity.

For individuals like Melissa, getting close to Jarrod was an impossibility. Yet, every woman had, at some point, envisioned herself as Cinderella, always hoping for a prince to come to their rescue.

Melissa poured another glass of wine and extended it to Jarrod.

That time, Jarrod didn't take the glass but raised his gaze.

Jarrod locked his eyes onto Melissa's face. As if enchanted, he lowered his head and downed the wine directly from the glass held in her hand.

turned away, preparing

sharp shatter of broken glass

the glass from her grasp. Then, he swiftly reached out, gripping her throat, and pressed her down onto

somewhat frightened as she stared at Jarrod with wide-open

undergo a sudden transformation. In a husky whisper, he murmured into Melissa's

continued to repeat Nicole's name, his voice rough and

slightly inebriated at that moment, and the deep affection in his eyes proved nearly

affection enveloped Melissa like a net descending from the heavens, trapping her. She was willing to be taken

the peril that loomed within Jarrod, Melissa boldly extended her hand, encircling her arms around his neck, and slowly leaned

gap between their lips narrowed to a mere finger's width, Close enough

furrow his brow.

away and turned toward the sofa, massaging his temples with slender

was taken aback but refused to let this

Jarrod were to engage in intimas

odorous, portly would even whisk

courage, Melissa began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her tender skin.

fingers extended,

dumbfounded. The sound of shattering

ears.

of glass whizzed past Melissa's face, crashing into the LCD screen

his blurred eyes, his voice akin to that of an ice-cold ogre.

out!"

on his face was so horrifying that it sent shivers down Melissa's spine, rendering

don her clothes, Melissa

swift kick to her. "You fool, do you honestly believe that man would whisk you away just because he glanced at

Melissa trembled and replied, "Jemma, I never

Jemma extracted a bundle of bills and flung them onto Melissa's face. "If you

down her face. She kept bowing in supplication. "Jemma, I realize my mistake!

possibly afford

guests with drinks. Yet you dare to reach

blunder and aspired to reach great heights, how could she have incurred such a substantial loss? In their line of work, they

Jemma sneered, "If you follow him, you'll be even more wretched than you are

Why would a man

to resting beside lifeless bodies every day

, impoverished extra?

escorted away by

visage. He was undeniably attractive, but the unsettling rumors surrounding him sent shivers down her spine. Shaking

of the night when Jarrod emerged from the club. His steps were unsteady, and he swayed, navigating the

against his car, Jarrod ignited a cigarette and dialed Alec's number. "Come get me." He needed to return home and be with