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.

preparing to

sharp shatter of broken

he swiftly reached out, gripping her throat, and pressed

left Melissa somewhat frightened as she stared

to undergo a sudden transformation. In a

calling Nicole's name. He continued to repeat Nicole's name, his

moment, and the deep affection

like a net descending from the heavens, trapping her. She was willing to be taken as another

hand, encircling her arms

a mere finger's width, Close enough to

furrow his brow. The seent was strange and vulgar,

away and turned toward the sofa,

taken aback but refused to let this precious opportunity

If Jarrod were to

the company of those odorous, portly

her shirt, revealing her tender skin. She gradually

slender fingers extended, Jarrod's voice turned frigid.

dumbfounded. The sound of shattering glass

ears.

face, crashing into the LCD screen behind her, fragmenting into

blurred eyes, his voice akin to that of

out!"

it sent shivers down Melissa's spine, rendering

to don her clothes,

swift kick to her. "You fool, do you honestly believe

Melissa trembled and replied, "Jemma, I

a bundle of bills and flung them onto Melissa's face. "If you can't cover tonight's losses, I won't

Melissa was so terrified that tears streamed down her face. She kept bowing in supplication. "Jemma, I realize my mistake!

couldn't possibly afford

you to entertain the guests with drinks. Yet you dare to reach for the stars!" Jemma scoffed. "Can someone like you really expect a

a substantial loss? In their line of work, they couldn't afford to cross the high rollers. Even if

him, you'll be

Why would a man

by an inconccustomed to resting beside lifeless

, impoverished extra?

away by

unsettling rumors surrounding him sent shivers down her spine. Shaking her head, she hastily walked away as if

night when Jarrod emerged from the club. His

and dialed Alec's number. "Come get me."