Love Unbreakable

Chapter 418 Don't Hate Me

Hearing Jarrod's words, Nicole clenched her jaw in frustration, her voice laced with venom, saying, "If you think I won't retaliate, then keep provoking me!"

Jarrod's amusement at her defiance was evident. Holding Nicole closer, he chuckled and said, "Babe, feel free to retaliate as you please."

Chills ran down Nicole's spine. Jarrod's madness was evident! Nicole was left speechless.

"You beast!" Nicole's arm tensed as she clenched her teeth and cursed.

Yet, Jarrod seemed unaffected, his tone deepening, and said, "I'm flattered."

After a moment, Nicole's hands were finally freed. Her palms felt scorched.

Tremors ran through Nicole, fingers numb, her lips pale from pressure. Instinctively, she poked at his injury.

Jarrod hissed instantly. The erotic tension, which had just peaked, had yet to dissipate. The poke elicited a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable for him.

"Jarrod, you're repulsive!"

Jarrod simply smirked, his voice low and husky, saying, "The price of poking

me."

Anger blazed in Nicole's eyes as she attempted to slap him, but Jarrod seized her hand tightly, guiding it toward his wound.

He pressed her hand, repeatedly pushing it inwards. A cold and impassive expression settled over his handsome features.

"Does this satisfy you?" His tone remained eerily calm, yet beneath the surface lurked a madness, destructive and suffocating.

Jarrod's wound reopened, and Nicole's hand now was covered in his blood.

Nicole gasped for breath, saying, "You... You are insane!"

Jarrod appeared to be devoid of any sense of pain as he forcefully pressed her

hand on his wound

as though he intended to insert her hand into the freshly stitched wound and extract the heart within.

"Despise me? Then let your hatred flow. Hurt me more!" Jarrod's eyes sparkled ominously as he smiled and said, "Babe, it's unfair if I'm the only one having fun."

Nicole was engulfed in sheer terror. Jarrod had lost his mind! The overpowering nt of blood made her feel nauseous.

Jarrod's gaze was pinned on Nicole, yet it seemed unfocused.

"Nicole, your heart should beat only for me." His voice was laced with madness as he gently caressed Nicole's neck, his other arm encircling her waist tightly.

Suddenly, he brought his head down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, more intense than any before.

He kissed her with force, sucking fiercely, with an intensity surpassing anything before.

The mingling of their lips made him shiver, igniting every inch of his body.

Nicole was repulsed, fighting back with all her might. Yet, Jarrod's strength was overwhelming and unyielding. Her head was forced back, her tongue numb from the intensity of his kiss.

Jarrod kissed Nicole with wild abandon, rampant and fierce.

Just as Nicole felt like she was about to pass out, Jarrod released her lips and nestled his head on Nicole's shoulder.

Only then did Nicole notice the feverish heat radiating from his body. His lips against her neck felt icy cold, making her whole being shuddering.

Jarrod's voice was a mix of hoarseness and mockery, saying, "Am I dreaming? I regret doing those things. Please, Nicole, don't despise me...

Bang! Jarrod held Nicole as they both fell to the ground.

Jarrod's already severe injury worsened, bleeding profusely.

The door burst open with a kick.

Alec, upon seeing the blood-soaked floor, went pale with horror. "Mr. Schultz!"

A flurry of medical staff surged in, swiftly transferring Jarrod onto a stretcher for emergency treatment.

As they attached the heart monitor, Jarrod's heartbeat faltered, dropping perilously low.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The doctors took his temperature and said, "High fever! There are signs of decreasing heart rate and pulse, prepare for defibrillation..

Nicole rose to her feet slowly, blood staining her clothes.

Lying on the hospital bed, Jarrod looked so fragile with a ghostly pale face, casting an unreal aura around him.

At that moment, the only thought crossing Nicole's mind was Jarrod was not indestructible. When it came down to life or death, they were all on the same playing field.

Alec seized Nicole by her collar, glaring at her, drenched in blood, with fury in his eyes. "If Mr. Schultz doesn't make it, I'll ensure you follow him to the grave!"

Fear gripped Nicole. She grabbed Alec's arm, shaking, and said, "Alec, it wasn't my fault. I didn't do it. It was his own..."

Alec's face showed no mercy, a stark contrast to the pity he felt for Nicole five years ago. To him, Jarrod was beyond compare. Ever since Nicole came back, their confrontations had proved one thing. Nicole bore no affection for Jarrod. All she harbored were plans to end Jarrod's life. Yet, Jarrod had explicitly ordered that she be left unharmed at all times.

Nicole clung to Alec, her body quivering, on the verge of falling onto him. Her fear was real.

Alec's disdain grew, remembering he once thought she had some backbone. Now, he saw her as a woman without any merits. With a forceful shove, he commanded, "Take her away."

Two men in black stepped up and took Nicole with them.

Nicole found herself confined in a secret room, space purposefully designed for detaining individuals within the villa.

The room was gloomy, chilly, and haunting. A tiny window, no bigger than a hand, allowed a sliver of light to penetrate the darkness.

Sitting on the ground, Nicole slowly took out a key. It was the key Alec always. kept around his neck.

With Jarrod being unconscious, Alec didn't pay attention to Nicole.

Nicole had watched Alec unlock Jarrod's study with it before Alec hung it back around his neck. She speculated that Jarrod's study might hold some secrets. Now, all she needed was a chance to escape.

Nicole spent the whole night in a haze in that room.

When the door finally opened, it wasn't Alec but one of the men in black.

"Miss Lawrence, you're free to leave," the man in black said with great respect.

Stretching her sore limbs, Nicole stood up slowly and asking, "How's Mr. Schultz?"

The man in black informed her, "Mr. Schultz is out of danger now."

Nicole couldn't help but smirk. She knew it. That insane man possessed a formidable will to survive. She then asked, "And Alec?"

"He's been ordered by Mr. Schultz to kneel in the courtyard as punishment," the man in black replied.