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.

Jarrod's gaze on her. Without

WUT I RITVYY 7s got inside. "Do you plan to leave me 1 after we eat? Let's hurry. I need

used to her compliance, I gave a smile and leaned on the ; window without driving

going or

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

cigarette, decided against

then, he answered a call

replied, "OK." Then,

I admitted openly, "Yes, the constant travel was exhausting. 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

if it was her

intermittent smiles throughout their conversation left Nicole feeling I

not to overthink I and closed her

the rearview mirror and glanced at her.

they arrived at a posh porridge

the car, grasped Nicole's

touched by him made her feel sick. She wished she could shed that touched skin. She came

even exploit

was firm, and

tone was icy, almost like a threat. "Stop wriggling, or I'll carry you inside." Nicole ceased struggling. Being carried inside by him would be far

entered the restaurant, appearing to outsiders

her true feelings: unwilling

in the main dining area instead

Grits... It was the first dish she had ever cooked for Jarrod back in I their

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

long after, when Jarrod left, Nicole found herself making Shrimp and Grits every single day,