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.

agreement without making things difficult for her. "All right. I'll just wait for you,

a moment. She looked at him

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

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

for her, Jarrod's injuries were still healing, preventing him from any sudden movements, leaving him to lie

because she imagined him as one of the cadavers used by her professor in her anatomy class in college. It was just that

knew what he was waiting for, she said impatiently, "Alright.

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

was rendered speechless. So, that was it.

she couldn't open the zipper, she tore it off forcefully. Her good

to Jarrod's room without even drying her hair. Whether she liked it or not,

the bathtub, it meant his body had almost recovered. If that was the case, she must endure. She

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

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

call Jarrod when she bumped into his wheelchair. She was startled, not knowing that he had

When Jarrod saw her reaction, he only

him. Did he know something, or was he

was a radar, constantly alert to his presence. She was filled

But despite this, he still wanted to be with

untie his silk robe, revealing a well-defined and

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

more irritated. "That's not

times these past few days while cleaning him. But she still couldn't

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

a while. He had a point. 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 now, he

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

are you still shy when you see my

was rendered speechless. How could she not be shy? She retorted angrily, "Since you can get up, I'm done with my job. I

calmly, "My wound