Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Don't Let Me See You The Valiant Voyager, Jarrod's private yacht, docked at the seaside harbor.
It was a three-hour drive from the city center.
It was already afternoon when Nicole arrived there.
She didn't have anything this morning because she had to fast for her laboratory tests.
Later, when she rushed to the company, she was swamped with those issues with the deals.
For a whole long day, she didn’t have time to eat anything.
Until now, her stomach was empty.
It felt like her stomach was burning, not from hunger but from some sort of internal heat.
A miserable smile slowly crept across Nicole's face.
She often felt this way since the beginning of the year.
Now that she was diagnosed with stomach cancer, she knew it was a sign of her stomach suffering and warned her to pay
attention to her health.
But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention to her condition since Jarrod's return.
After all, handling him had taken her most of the time and effort.
If she hadn't missed the best time for treatment, her condition wouldn't have worsened like this.
Now, it was too late for anything.
When Nicole stepped out of the car, the cold late December wind blew on her face.
She felt like it was a blade that cut her skin.
She wrapped her coat tightly around her body and walked toward the dock which led to the prominent ultra-luxury yacht.
Two bodyguards in black stood there, checking the guests' invitations before they could get on board.

Nicole called Jarrod, and he answered quickly.
She hurriedly said, "Jarrod, I'm outside the Valiant Voyager.
Can you come down to see me? Or can I go up?" "I told you I'm busy today, and I don’t want to see you.
Get out of here!" Jarrod replied impatiently.
"Jarrod, please.
It will only take five minutes," Nicole pleaded.
She didn't intend to give up.
"Not even five seconds.
All my time today is only for Jamie," Jarrod refused coldly.
"So, get lost! Don't let me see your disgusting face!” Nicole then heard the beeping sound.
Jarrod hung up without even giving her a chance to explain.
Nicole dialed Jarrod’s number again.
But this time, all she got was a busy tone.
It seemed he had blocked her.
She stood in the cold wind for almost two hours, wrapping her coat tightly around her body.
Her assistant called again, informing her that one of their partners, who wasn't dissatisfied with their products, had called and
asked about their products being returned.
This was not a good sign.
It seemed this partner was thinking about terminating their cooperation.

attempting to bribe them to let her in. But the bodyguards shook their heads and waved their hands, refusing her money. She understood what they were worried about. So, she hastened to explain, "Please, take it. 1 won't make things difficult for you. Just

enough to let her in. Once she got in, she would stand a chance of seeing Jarrod. In that case, she could manage to talk with him, thus saving her company from going bankrupt. She must see Jarrod tonight, no matter what. These bodyguards were surely high-paid, so it was useless for Nicole to bribe them into letting her on board. But they could relay her message to Jamie. Sure enough, one of the bodyguards took the money and went up to ask. After a few minutes, the bodyguard returned with good news. "Miss Powell is willing to let you on

dishes that made Nicole's stomach ache even more. A waiter approached Nicole and guided her through the crowd. She soon found Jamie, who was surrounded by many celebrities. Beside Jamie stood Jarrod, who looked dashingly handsome in his tailored suit. Jamie, in her cherry red dress and luxurious jewelry from head to toe, exuded the air of an heiress. But, of course, everyone knew that the Powell family had long since fallen from grace. Jamie had a reckless older brother who single-handedly bankrupted their company, leaving them with debts worth hundreds of millions. If it weren't for

only put away his arrogance when Jamie was around. He became the thoughtful Jarrod that Nicole remembered. Suddenly, the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air. Then, there was

His lewd expression made it look like he wanted to take advantage of the situation

being a womanizer. Moreover, his sexual preferences were particularly abnormal. Rumors had it that he had played with some women to death in bed. The Powell family had spent a significant amount of money to settle