Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 359 How Should I Kneel Jarrod's gaze was icy, charged with a palpable sense of aggression.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Nicole averted her gaze without a trace of emotion.

A bodyguard blocked Nicole's path, his demeanor indifferent. "No entry at this moment. Wait for the next elevator, please." Nicole complied, standing quietly with her documents.

Just as the elevator doors began to close, Jarrod, with his unique fingers, stopped them. His eyes were dark.

"Come in."

Hearing this, the bodyguard smartly moved aside.

Nicole, not wanting to join the elevator with Jarrod, said softly, "No, thank you." Jarrod remained unmoved, his foot wedging the elevator door open, seemingly prepared to wait it out.

Bystanders began to take notice.

Nicole's workmates were close by.

Feeling the pressure, Nicole moved forward, making sure to keep some distance from Jarrod. "Then, thank you." As Nicole stepped in, Jarrod didn't back away, almost intentionally staying in place.

Nicole nearly collided with his chest but stopped just in time.

Their eyes met, Nicole's firm and direct, not looking away this time.

Jarrod, standing close, looked down at her, his look intense. After a short pause, he moved slightly to the side.

The elevator, quite small, now had four bodyguards, forcing Nicole to stand behind Jarrod.

The elevator doors shut, and Jarrod moved back, his presence felt strongly.

Nicole also moved back to keep some space between them.

an important meeting, Nicole had chosen a

outfit. Nicole looked as striking as always. The same

size, it fitted tightly across her chest. Her thin heels and long, light legs were

front, asking casually, "Didn't you see the message?" Jarrod had messaged

with a smile, "I didn't see it." Even if she had, she would have ignored it, treating it

tugged at his lip

his hand was on her hip, sliding smoothly to retrieve her phone from her pocket. He

as if her hip was no different from an

holding back the urge to lash out, especially with others

to see if it still works." "Give it back to me." Nicole tried to grab her phone back, her

reach, capturing her wrist with ease and drawing her close. With a hint of a challenge in his eyes, he asked, "Hiding something from me?" Forced against him, Nicole felt her heart pound, her palms sweating. This morning, she had received a photo of Austin playing from the nanny

phone.

of panic as she calmly said, "My-phone's contents are my own concern, not yours." Jarrod's questions came because Nicole was acting

asked with a curious look, "What's got you so worried?" Nicole's attempts to pull away were futile, highlighting the clear difference in their strength. She realized that outsmarting Jarrod would be better than trying to overpower him. So, Nicole said with a forced smile, "There's a

so thick that even the

interests you so much? More than me?" Their exchange escalated with each sentence. The bodyguards, however, wished they hadn't heard their exchange Nicole replied with a hint of mockery, "A professional masseur. His skills are unmatched. Perhaps you

as if they were invisible, fearing a breath

for their jobs.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped.

bodyguard dared to ask,

"Out!"

quickly

left alone in the

the mirror, his breath cold, his voice W You seem unhappy. Perhaps we should ‘practice’ now.’ "I'd rather not. My experiences with you have left a bitter taste. Now, I seek ioy instead." Nicole

not yours." Jarrod's questions came because Nicole was acting distant. He felt annoyed and wanted an

pull away were futile, highlighting the clear difference in their strength. She realized that outsmarting Jarrod would be better than

atmosphere instantly chilled. The tension was so thick that even the bodyguards were on edge, trying