Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 447

Nicole's silence led Jarrod to believe she was considering his words. He didn't hold her that tightly but embraced her from behind, inhaling her scent.

Jarrod dreaded the thought of losing Nicole. Aware of her intent to harm him, he was still drawn to her irresistibly.

Jarrod was clueless about love. Only in Nicole's presence did he sense it, but he missed it.

He admitted his mistakes and the consequences, yet couldn't bear to release Nicole. He was ruthless. Only death could hinder his persistence. Nicole's love wasn't necessary for him. His love for her was enough.

In a low, raspy voice, Jarrod pleaded, "Nicole, let's leave the past behind. I'll make you feel love again." Jarrod never backed down, not once. No matter how tough things got out there, he refused to bow his head. Yet in front of Nicole, he repeatedly humbled himself, seeking her forgiveness. Her forgiveness might ease his desperation.

But Jarrod overlooked a crucial fact. The woman in his embrace had no resemblance to the Nicole in his memor Nicole, who once loved him wholeheartedly, had long gone.

While Jarrod's guard was down, Nicole swiftly raised her elbow and forcefully pressed it against his wound with precision.

She emerged from the water with a splash as she stood up. Looking down at Jarrod, she noticed his handsome face was pale with pain. He covered his wound and fell into the bathtub.

*Jarrod, your love sickens me! You're just as disgusting! Everything you say makes me feel nauseous! Don't dare say such disgusting words to me again! You have no right to speak of love with me! A new beginning? Do you think you deserve it?" Nicole didn't mince her words, her hatred for him evident.

others' eyes, Jarrod was a young, promising entrepreneur and a captivating man steadfastly devoted to his ex- girlfriend. But to Nicole, he was simply a

show respect. Unlike you, using dirty tactics to get your way!

Jarrod deeply. It hurt even worse than

this strongly for any other woman since losing her. He

chose a quiet life overseas, finding love with someone new. If she had remained hidden, he might been lonely all his life. But she returned, only

of a sudden, Jarrod grabbed Nicole's leg,

"Splash!"

the water, struggling to get up, but Jarrod swiftly pushed her back under. She was pinned down, her head

of Nicole's

strong man. His strength was abundant enough to dominate a delicate woman like Nicole. With a firm grip on her jaw, he

against Nicole, his cold, dark eyes staring into hers as he questioned in a cold tone,

help but scoff at his words. Jarrod never changed. He'd point fingers but never saw his own faults. Roscoe had become his target. Whether she brought him up or not, she couldn't prevent Jarrod from making things hard

harm him. If Roscoe were just a regular man, he'd found himself

stand a chance against him? My feelings for you vanished the moment you returned to hurt me! You're aware I don't love you, yet you insist on keeping me close due to the so-called love. Want to know what I think of you? I find you pitiful and delusional. Despite knowing you're nothing to me,

icy daggers piercing Jarrod's heart. His physical strength was undeniable, yet these words seemed to drain his strength. Indeed,

and assumed Nicole had turned against him when he needed her, his profound love for her remained unyielding. It was just that he didn't dare to admit it five years ago. But deep down, he recognized his love for her. Even if she were to kill him a hundred times, a

slowly cooled, Jarrod's grip softened little by little. He whispered, "Nicole, please, no more words. Just stay away from that man and