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.

nodded in agreement without making things difficult for her. "All

moment. She looked at him in confusion.

for her to finish taking a shower, so she

few days, Jarrod was bedridden, so Nicole personally attended to his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to go out. But she must return at night to help him with

still healing, preventing him from any

erected, Nicole managed to maintain a calm composure and unwavering eyes. That was because she imagined him as one of the cadavers used by her professor in her anatomy class in college. It was just that those cadavers were respected. But Jarrod

was waiting for, she said

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

speechless. So, that was it. No

Since she couldn't open

without even drying her hair. Whether she liked it or not,

his body had almost recovered. If that was the case, she must endure. She couldn't falter at the

reading a financial magazine. She went directly to the bathroom to fill

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

wheelchair. She was startled, not knowing that he had already silently wheeled behind her like a

fright and exclaimed. When Jarrod saw her reaction, he only commented dryly,

stared at him as if scrutinizing him. Did he know something, or was he just making

radar, constantly alert to his presence. She was filled with nothing but suspicions. It was a sad

her motives. But despite this, he still wanted to be

still in a daze, Jarrod began to untie his silk robe, revealing a well-defined and muscular chest and

what are you doing?" "Take a bath,"

got even more irritated. "That's not what

curved into a faint smile, finding her reaction amusing. She had touched his body several times these

quirked. "I don't have a habit of

the situation was different. When he was still bedridden, and she had to wipe his body, she could pretend he was just a

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

asked, "Why are you still shy when

She retorted angrily, "Since you can get up,

wound has not