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.

more amenable today. He only nodded in agreement without making things difficult for her.

looked at him in confusion. Wait for

she realized he wanted to wait for her to finish taking a shower, so she could help

to his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to go out. But she must return at night to help

complied through clenched teeth. Luckily for her, Jarrod's injuries were still healing, preventing him from

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

he was waiting for, she said impatiently, "Alright. Get

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

it. No wonder

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

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

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

reading a financial magazine. She went directly to the bathroom

bathtub was large, and it had six faucets discharging water at the same time. In ten minutes, the bathtub was

to call Jarrod when she bumped into his 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

him. Did he know something, or was he just making

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

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

still in a daze, Jarrod began to untie his silk

covered her eyes. "Jarrod, what are you doing?"

more irritated. "That's not

She had touched his body several times these past few days while cleaning him. But she still couldn't look at him now. Wasn't it a

"I don't have a

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

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

question, Jarrod asked, "Why are you still shy when you

could she not be shy? She retorted angrily, "Since you can get up,

"My wound has not fully