Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 362 You Still Have Feelings for Me I Despite how subdued Jarrod's voice was, it resonated with an almost uncontrollable ferocity.

Nicole's fragile frame experienced a forceful pull, landing her in Jarrod's aggressively possessive embrace.

With a stern face, Jarrod barked, "I forbid it!" Jarrod's skin radiated scorching heat, much hotter than Nicole's. It was a sensation akin to being engulfed in a blazing inferno, melting into her very core.

Jarrod's body was rigid, almost mechanical. The familiarity he felt from this embrace seemed to halt his heart. He couldn't bear to relive the

heart-wrenching pain from five years ago. He was determined to ensure Nicole stayed alive. I Nicole attempted to speak, but her face was pressed against his damp chest, rendering her unable to utter a word.

She struggled, but it was futile. Jarrod's other hand pressed her back firmly.

A wave of soreness and panic swept over Nicole, lingering in her chest.

With bloodshot eyes and clenched teeth, Jarrod called out, "Nicole!" In a tone laced with dread, he uttered, “Don't die. Find another way to punish me..." His deep voice trembled noticeably, exposing an undercurrent of fear.

His moist eyes fortunately remained hidden behind a veil of water, concealing his emotions.

With her face covered, Nicole couldn't discern Jarrod's expression, but she sensed the fear emanating from the trembling body that held her. What was Jarrod afraid of? As Nicole's head weighed heavy, she wondered if her judgment was flawed.

After all, what could a man like Jarrod possibly be afraid of? Nicole felt suffocated, on the verge of running out of air. She was in agony, and the tight embrace she was in intensified her already desperate yearning.

"Mmm..." A faint sound escaped her lips as she struggled to gasp for air.

Finally, as if breaking out of a trance, Jarrod released her head.

"Do you think I want to die? I wouldn't consider killing myself even if you died!" Nicole scolded harshly, shaking

off his hand. "Don't touch me!" Nicole ensured her earpiece was intact, relieved it hadn't plunged into the water. Otherwise, all her efforts would have been in vain.

Nicole's body emanated an uncontrollable heat, juxtaposed with Jarrod's presence that simultaneously seared her heart and provided a comforting coolness.

Struggling to maintain composure, Nicole coldly commanded, "Step aside!" Despite her directive, Jarrod seized her once more. "Remember your words..." Easily irritable because of the doctored drink, Nicole shot a disbelieving look at him. "Get lost!" Jarrod, unfazed, showed no sign of anger.

Beneath the night sky, his chiseled profile remained sharp and clear, and his eyes were deep and mysterious.

Turning pale, he uttered, "If I die one day, live well." At that moment, Nicole glimpsed a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

Reluctance, unwillingness, desire... But almost immediately, she dismissed the notion, convinced her mind was addled today. How could someone as cold and heartless as Jarrod harbor such complex feelings? With a weak smile, Nicole assured him, "Don't worry. Not only will I live well, but I'll also celebrate your death with fireworks." Jarrod's eyes deepened, a self-mocking smile gracing his lips. Ignoring Nicole's resistance, he forcefully hoisted her over his shoulder.

Panic surged through Nicole, her fists

pounding on his back as she gritted her teeth. "Put me down!" As if deaf to her pleas, Jarrod continued to wade effortlessly through the deep end of the pool.

Her heavy eyelids and aching body compelled Nicole to cease her struggle.

Instead, she conserved energy by lying on his shoulder like a docile cat.

A fleeting sense of pleasure rose within Jarrod's heart.

himself up using the metal guards and collapsed onto the floor. He lay there,

sudden turn of events. Noticing Jarrod carrying Nicole out of the water, he wondered when Jarrod had started

intended to leverage his connection with the Hampton family, believing Jarrod wouldn't

a sycophantic smile and pointed at Nicole. "Mr. Schultz, do you remember her? She's the escort you brought to us to play

shrewd, not knowing that he was in fact being incredibly foolish. He thought Jarrod had beaten him in the past merely out of frustration, and

Jarrod might snatch

damning evidence of his doings. For the sake of his future, he had to

Jarrod, Deniz

work, she falsely accused me of trying to rape her!" Oblivious to Jarrod's darkening expression, Deniz pointed at the money and other items in the pool, fabricating a tale. "Look, she stole all this. Hand her

saying she seduced you?" "Yeah, she does that for a living, doesn't she?" Deniz sneered. "Have you

over for drinks? Practically shoving her chest in my face and begging to be called Nicky..." ¥ ug Deniz's lecherous gaze lingered on Nicole's long, straight legs. Her figure was undeniably

and facing a beating instead, Deniz spat, "Damn this whore, selling herself everywhere and now trying to trick me! That..."

on his face, Deniz responded, "Yes, Mr. Schultz?" Jarrod's gaze shifted toward the azure pool as he casually stated, "Jump in." Deniz was stunned for a moment and chuckled. "Mr.

resounding bang echoed through

kick sent Deniz's bulky frame plunging into

forceful than the previous one, aimed directly at

effortlessly held

do you like that joke?" Utterly confused, Deniz flailed helplessly in the water, creating countless splashes. "Ah!" he cried out, his voice gurgling in

dirty things again..." His lips curved into something resembling a smile, but his words dripped with bloodlust. "I'll cut off that tongue of yours." Having delivered his warning,

Her mind was caught in

ears. She knew that was the way others saw her, and it was all because of the role assigned to her by

legs, Jarrod lowered her from his shoulder

like she was a princess, letting her legs rest within the crook of

her teeth until the taste of blood coerced her

pain, Jarrod casually inquired, "What, you're done? Can you endure it now?" Nicole's entire body was flushed with heat, a symptom that

to suppress her trembling body, Nicole demanded, "Put me down!" Jarrod silently draped his jacket over Nicole, continuing forward as he

were completely

to her skin, hot and

man carrying her, struggling frantically. "Put me down!" she pleaded incessantly. She I was determined not to

the consequences." A sigh of relief

brother of the Hampton Corporation's chairman. The Hampton and Schultz

prior indication,

the Hampton

the bottom of her heart threatened

Jarrod's robust arms, Nicole found herself being ushered

Jarrod instructed the driver to raise the partition and speed

half-resisting state, Nicole did not hear

and her voice was raspy as she

you dare to touch me, I swear I'll kill you!" Her

inscrutable. "Kill me?" He suddenly laughed, lifting Nicole's chin. "Dying by your hand doesn't seem so bad." Despite his gentlemanly appearance, the ruthlessness in his speech revealed the wildness beneath his

down to her neck, his fingers hovering over

the slightest of touches made her feel as if her

to take your clothes off, or should I do it for you?" When Nicole heard his shameless words, her eyes blazed with fury. Her clenched hand quivered lightly, highlighting the stark contrast in strength between men and

filled with aggression. It was a look that Nicole knew all too well. It was a familiar nightmare that haunted her dreams. It was clear that he wanted