Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 446

Nicole was tempted to throttle Jarrod, but she took a deep breath to fight back the urge. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him from behind.

But as she did, her fingers accidentally brushed against his skin. She felt his tense and tight muscles were as hot as a kiln.

Nicole ensured Jarrod was covered before she looked at him and said softly, "Go ahead. You're ready."

Jarrod glanced at her before stepping into the non-slip mat and easing into the bathtub. When he first submerged himself in the water, he felt like countless sharp needles pricked his skin.

Nicole squatted beside him, pressed his shoulder, and said solicitously, "Submerge your whole body. The water's temperature is just right. The doctor said a hot soak is good for you."

Jarrod's brows furrowed tightly. The water's temperature was just right? Damn! It was even too far from warm. It w actually almost scalding. The bathtub was filled to the brim with almost boiling water. There was not a single drop cold water mixed into it. Nicole must do it on purpose.

When Nicole saw Jarrod's efforts of suppressing his anger, she relished her moment of victory. She won this round. "Is something wrong? Are you not satisfied with the bathtub I prepared for you?" she asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

Teasing was a backhanded compliment, and Nicole had a gift for dishing it out. She threw Jarrod's words right back at him, leaving him dumbstruck.

Actually, Nicole didn't mix it with cold water because Jarrod was still on the road to recovery. If he soaked in cool water, his condition would only worsen. The cool water might only hinder his recovery, and she'd be stuck nursing him. It would only make her plans harder to pull off.

But she was unwilling to assist him in taking a bath, so she decided to give him a little dose of his own medicine. Anyway, it wouldn't cause him any serious harm. It would only make him feel distressed for a while. After all, how much damage could a little bit of heat truly inflict?

The heat in the large bathtub dissipated quickly, as well as their time to talk. At this moment, the water's temperature had already cooled down to only one hundred and eighty degrees Fahrenheit.

Jarrod endured it. He lay there with his eyes closed, not saying anything. His whole body had turned rosy red from the heat, but he never complained.

"Are you kidding? You personally prepared this bath for me. How can I not be satisfied?" Jarrod's voice was calm, but he was obviously enduring. His wound had a fresh scab, and it became itchy when exposed to hot water. The discomfort made him want to scratch it and tear his limb apart.

In a fit of pique, Jarrod reached out his lanky arm and yanked Nicole, who was watching the proceedings with glee, into the bathtub.

"Ah!" Nicole screamed in shock.

the bathtub overflowed

Nicole roared furiously, her entire body

down a

sit up, but was yanked down and settled onto

her firmly in place. Then, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Didn't you need to assist me in

touch made Nicole's

her a while to react. She said through clenched teeth,

in his grasp. How could he not be pleased? A contented smile crept across

caught in her throat. Jarrod's touch sent shivers down her spine. She felt like countless snakes crawled on her body. It

bathroom. Since Nicole was drenched, her nightgown

caught Jarrod's eyes, and he found it extremely attractive. Instantly, a burning

furrowed with anger, her voice tinged with disgust as she demanded, "Let me go, you

his eyes on her. Unfortunately, he couldn't vent his desire on her, so he could only endure it. He said hoarsely,

no longer hurt him like before. Besides, his punishment was severe. No matter how hard

with no choice. She reluctantly grabbed a towel and snapped, "Fine! I'll

satisfied grin. He let go of Nicole, held the rim of the bathtub,

ministrations.

to lather his hair, she could only face him because her posture

his eyes shut, saving her from

part of his facial features was chiseled and sharp. They were so perfect that they were difficult to ignore. But what good was a handsome face if he was

like she was a trained pet. If she resisted, he

abroad for three years, Jarrod's last shred of humanity wore away. What was left in him now was only the devil's

have washed Jarrod's hair so long that Jarrod

saw the undisguised hatred in Nicole's eyes. The way she looked at him, it was as if she wanted to tear his flesh off his bones. It was only then that Jarrod realized this was the real Nicole, no disguise or

undiluted and resolute as it could be, an engulfing fire that

charm and mischief. "Well... Is

didn't know she hated him. "What else could it be?" Nicole retorted coldly. "Do you expect me to look at you affectionately as if I'm in