Love Unbreakable

Jemma possessed a mysterious aura, seasoned with time, like someone bearing a deep-seated story.

“I understand, Jemma,” Nicole replied.

She was indifferent to Jemma’s implications.

Her focus was solely on planning her next move.

As Nicole turned to leave, bloodstains were visible on her back.

Jemma halted her departure, asking, “What happened?”

Nicole saw the reflection of the bloodstains in a mirror behind her.

They weren’t severe, likely from being shoved against the table by Deniz earlier.

She was unfazed by the situation and responded indifferently, “It’s nothing.

”

“Don’t come to work for the next few days,” Jemma instructed.

Hearing this, Nicole’s anxiety spiked.

She quickly responded, “It’s okay, Jemma.

This injury isn’t serious.

I can continue working as usual.

”

Nicole’s worry stemmed from a fear that Vicki might learn of her rest and use it as an excuse to harm Austin, thus threatening her further.

Additionally, Kingbel Club, part of the Hampton family’s enterprises, held her interest.

She saw an opportunity to uncover any illicit activities that might help hasten the downfall of the Hampton family.

Moreover, she was puzzled about Melissa’s true identity and eager to dig deeper.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“What are you thinking? I’m not showing concern for you!” Jemma raised her eyebrows and clarified, “I meant that your service was lacking.

You should spend a few days on training to improve.

”

“Course?” Nicole was puzzled.

Jemma explained, “We offer special training for newcomers here on various skills, including wine service and communication.

Come see me tomorrow to start your lessons.

Don’t assume it’ll be easy.

If you don’t perform well and make mistakes, I’ll double your fines!”

Nicole’s tension eased.

She realized Jemma was directing her toward training rather than taking time off.

She was agreeable to this arrangement since it meant she could remain at the club for her next step.

Nicole conveyed her readiness, “Okay, Jemma.

I’ll begin training tomorrow.

”

Seeing no reason to reproach Nicole further, Jemma departed.

Nicole retreated to the staff restroom, relieved to find single rooms that spared her the awkwardness of idle chit-chat.

Her body was sore from several collisions just moments ago.

With no more workload for the day, she decided to lie down briefly before returning.

However, her rest was short-lived as a knock at the door interrupted her.

Nicole quickly sat up and said, “Come in.

”

The door opened to reveal the petite, delicate girl from the chamber earlier.

Her innocent appearance belied her expertise, as Nicole recalled how skillfully she had served wine, her movements graceful and alluring, a stark contrast to her demure look.

Clearly, she was experienced in the club’s ways.

The girl offered a tube of ointment, advising, “Miss, this ointment works well for bruises.

Please, feel free to use it.

”

Nicole hesitated to accept, wary of using unknown products.

Politely declining, she responded, “Thank you, but I’ll manage.

It’s not that serious.

”

Understanding Nicole’s caution, the girl reassured, “Don’t worry.

Jemma gave this to me before.

It’s meant for our injuries.

It really helps.

”

With this assurance, Nicole reluctantly accepted the ointment, careful not to spurn the offered kindness.