Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

I Chapter 404 I Don't Know Her / Several days had passed since Nicole and Jarrod parted in the hospital.

Nicole had thought Jarrod wouldn't give up that easily, yet he hadn't sought her out until now. Was he so easily irritated? It all seemed so dull.

She still needed him around. His interest in her couldn't fade just yet.

With a subtle smile, Nicole murmured, "I need to head home." Jarrod gave her a look and offered a smile. "Unless you want me to carry you inside the car, you better hop in the car." Jarrod had a small dimple on his left cheek that only showed when he smiled, which Nicole had to look

i closely to notice.

I Lost in thought, Nicole recalled how much she used to enjoy his smile. His I dimples, usually a sign of shyness, I added a touch of charm to his I appearance, making him seem both I shy and attractive.

Yet, Jarrod's dimples, typically associated with charm, now took on a hint of menace. His smile suggested that beneath his handsome exterior lurked a deadly threat.

Seeing her absent-minded look, Jarrod chuckled. "You seem captivated by me.

Have you been missing me?" Nicole felt disgusted. She approached her car with a stern expression, wanting to open the door.

But before her hand reached the handle, she felt a strong pull from behind. Jarrod had stepped out of his

I car, gently grasped her neck, and 1 teased, "Since you don't get in yourself, I'll take that as a sign you prefer me to I carry you." \ Nicole found his audacity I exasperating. Irritated, she inquired, I "Where exactly are we going?" Jarrod, clearly in high spirits, quirked an eyebrow and cheerfully suggested, "Join me for a late-night snack." Just as Nicole was about to rebuke him, her phone rang.

Recognizing the caller ID, her expression turned serious. She brushed off Jarrod's hand, saying, "Hold on. I need to take this call." Her reaction seemed casual yet intimate. Jarrod's eyes darkened as he finally released her.

Nicole advanced a couple of steps and grabbed the phone near the flowerbed.

"Yes, Mr. Steve?" ' "Nicole, 1 need those case documents immediately. Can you send them?" "Apologies, Mr. Steve. I'm not at the office. I'll forward them as soon as I { return," Nicole responded apologetically.

"Understood." After ending the call, Nicole reflected on Jarrod's ruthless handling of Deniz from the Vipo Group. That was a move that had been essential for her success in securing the Hampton family project. Her next target was a close associate of the Hampton Group's chairman. However, to gain this target's trust, she had to neutralize Jarrod.

her. Without showing any emotion,

inside. "Do you plan to leave me 1 after we eat? Let's hurry. I

Jarrod, not used to her compliance, I gave a smile and leaned on the ; window

or

"Do you expect me to be your driver?" Nicole, in a surprisingly compliant manner, moved from the back seat to the

lighting a cigarette, decided against

a call

"OK." Then, he ignited the

Now I'm I helping out at a relative's small business." "Is your relative in the energy sector?" Jarrod gave her a sidelong look and

serves excellent porridge." ! Nicole wasn't sure if it was her imagination. But Jarrod

His intermittent smiles throughout their conversation left Nicole

I and closed her eyes, avoiding

the rearview mirror and glanced at her. His smile had a hint

at a posh porridge

grasped Nicole's hand, and

manipulate Jarrod, being touched by him made her feel sick. She wished she could shed that touched skin. She came to realize that

couldn't even exploit him

away, but Jarrod's i grip was firm, and she stumbled. into I his embrace when

wriggling, or I'll carry you inside." Nicole ceased struggling. Being carried inside by him would be far worse than her hand being

restaurant, appearing to

true feelings:

sit in the main dining area instead of a chamber

the first dish she had ever cooked

the cafeteria meals, and she would bring him Shrimp and Grits daily. Jarrod always finished the Shrimp and Grits she made.

Nicole found herself making Shrimp and Grits