Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 445 Simply An Illness

Jarrod had always been suspicious. His previous words carried an undertone of doubt.

Nicole's heart skipped a bit. She looked away with feigned empty eyes to hide her panic.

Nicole observed that Jarrod's gaze, usually piercing, now held an unusual innocence as he took in the sight of her exposed back, adding an unintentional allure to the moment.

Jarrod stared unabashedly at Nicole, openly conveying his desire.

It was such an intense gaze. Nicole was stunned for a moment. She thought that if Jarrod was not confined to the wheelchair, he would have pinned her down to the bed by now.

She looked at him Indignantly and blurted out, "How dare you enter someone else's room without permission!"

As she spoke, she tried to fix her dress. However, she struggled with the stuck zipper. She had no choice but to drape her nightgown around her neck as a temporary shield.

When Jarrod saw this, his thin lips curled slightly. "What do you mean by someone else's room?"

He wheeled his wheelchair closer and smoothly stopped in front of Nicole. "What's here isn't mine?"

Nicole knew what he meant. He was implying she was also his possession. Of course, she wouldn't allow him to dominate the conversation. She smirked and retorted sarcastically, "Mr. Schultz, delusion is an illness that urgently needs treatment."

Jarrod remained unfazed, exuding a confidence as if victory was already his. He fixed his eyes on her back again, and the corners of his lips curved. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Nicole was frustrated. She felt her efforts were as ineffective as punching cotton. No matter how much she talked back, he continued at his own pace.

"Thanks, but no need," Nicole said through clenched teeth. "Please go out. I want to take a shower."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Jarrod asked casually.

Nicole looked at him speechlessly. She thought he was too shameless. "Mr. Schultz, please have a bit of decency Besides, is your wound no longer painful?"

Her icy tone reminded him of what had happened the last time he wanted to get close to her.

surprise, Jarrod was more amenable today. He only nodded in agreement without making things difficult for

She looked at him

he wanted to wait for her to

attended to his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to go out. But she must

Nicole complied through clenched teeth. Luckily for her, Jarrod's injuries were still healing, preventing him from any sudden movements, leaving him to lie

was because she imagined him as one of the cadavers used by her professor in her anatomy class

what he was waiting for, she said impatiently,

and wheeled his wheelchair toward the door. Before going out, he said, "By the way, the doctor said I can bathe in the bathtub. Help

So, that was it. No wonder

annoyed that she lost the desire to take a shower. Since she couldn't open the zipper, she tore it off forcefully. Her good mood was ruined by

body and changed. Then, she stormed to Jarrod's room without even drying her hair. Whether she liked it or not, she had

recovered. If that was the

Jarrod was on the bed, reading a financial magazine. She went directly to the

six faucets discharging water at the same time. In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled

when she bumped into his wheelchair. She was startled, not

her chest in fright and exclaimed. When Jarrod saw her reaction, he only

at him as if scrutinizing him. Did he

near Jarrod, she felt like she was a radar, constantly alert to his presence. She was filled with nothing but suspicions. It was a sad

he still wanted to be with her. It was as if he was keeping a traitor by his side.

Jarrod began to untie his silk

eyes. "Jarrod, what are you doing?" "Take a bath," Jarrod replied

more irritated.

Jarrod's mouth curved into a faint smile, finding her reaction amusing. She had touched his body several times these past few

quirked. "I don't have a habit of bathing with

he was still bedridden, and she had to wipe his body, she

help frowning. "Since you can get up, why can't

Jarrod asked, "Why are you still shy when you

retorted angrily, "Since you can get up, I'm done

"My wound has not fully healed