Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 232

Your Child Jarrod's pitch eyes seemed to cut through Nicole's disheveled clothes.
He knelt down slowly, his icy fingertips lightly grazing her bruised skin before suddenly pressing hard.
"Ah..." Nicole cried out, her face turning ashen.
Jarrod's grip didn't lighten.
His hand's veins stood out as he pressed harder as though he was trying to obliterate the marks with his own force.
His voice was low and tense as he spoke.
"You're in such a hurry that you can’t even bother to close the door?" Nicole understood Jarrod well.
She knew he was barely containing his fury.
As her heart raced, preparing to explain, she noticed Kieran, whom Jarrod had just kicked away, charging back in front of her
protectively.
"Nicole is my woman.
I won't let you harm her!" Jarrod raised an eyebrow, his sneer sharp.
"Your woman?" Kieran, despite trembling under Jarrod's intimidating presence, stood his ground, driven by the promise of
financial gains.
"Yes! She's my woman, and she's carrying my child.
You can't touch her!" "She's carrying your child? I can't touch her?” Jarrod echoed Kieran, disbelief turning into mocking laughter.
Only Nicole knew how ominous that laugh was.
She pushed Kieran away, rebuking him, "Stop lying! When did I get pregnant with your child?” Kieran, looking hurt, insisted,
"Nicole, you're just upset.
A child needs a complete family.
You can’t raise it alone! I don't care how many men you've slept with.

I'm sure the child is mine!" His sincerity seemed genuine as if he truly believed his own words.

Nicole instantly saw through Kieran, suspecting someone must've bribed him to slander her.
"Kieran, who paid you to defame me?" Nicole demanded angrily.
"Nicole, did you say that because you're scared?” Kieran gently patted her back, trying to offer comfort.
"Don't worry, honey.

patience snapped. He rose swiftly, his fists clenched, and landed a forceful punch on Kieran. Poof! Kieran spat out two bloody front teeth. Jarrod, kneeling, gripped Kieran's jaw and struck his face repeatedly, leaving Kieran bloodied and nearly unconscious. From the looks of it, Kieran was mere inches away from death. Nicole, fearing the worst, intervened. “Stop, Jarrod!" Her concern was for her reputation, not Kieran's well -being. Jarrod, enraged, flung Nicole away, and she landed awkwardly on the sofa. As she neared the foot of the sofa, Nicole instinctively shielded her abdomen, bending forward and curving her back. The brunt of the impact was absorbed by her spine, sparing her lower body as she landed roughly on the sofa. There was an audible crack, and pain radiated through her back, leaving Nicole to wonder if she had

accusing. "Are you this reckless

and even carried another man's bastard inside you?" Jarrod's voice was a blend of icy contempt and anger, his presence
exuding a palpable coldness.
Overcome by the chilling tension, Nicole felt paralyzed, her body refusing to respond.
She frantically tried to loosen his grip around her throat, gasping for air.
With great effort, she managed to speak.
"No...
It's not what you think...
He burst in and tore my clothes...” She couldn't finish her words.
Her face turned a worrying shade of purple-red, her breaths short and labored, the air in the room feeling thin.
Jarrod's greatest aversion was betrayal.

blurred, her chest tight, her neck throbbing. She felt disconnected from her own body, overwhelmed by the realization that Jarrod might actually try to kill her. Was this how

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