Love Unbreakable

Chapter 181

I Didn't Expect You To Like This Type A palpable tension quickly enveloped the chamber.

Yet, Nicole remained oblivious, her spirits high as she jovially indulged in drinks with Deniz, Korbin, and the rest.

Her flirtations came effortlessly, her alluring gaze enhancing her charm far beyond those barmaids.

Eventually, Deniz lost his self-control.

He was prepared to risk everything for Nicole's whims.

Overcome with desire, Deniz pulled Nicole over and pressed her against the sofa.

The other drunk men, fueled by jealousy and alcohol, clumsily approached.

"IT want her, too..." "Deniz! Sharing is only fair, don't you think...” Their lecherous smiles broke into a predatory leap toward Nicole.

Bang! A bottle hurled at Deniz's head interrupted the chaos.

In a split second, a trickle began from his scalp.

Deniz's blood soon splattered onto Nicole's face, turning her stomach.

With nothing ingested earlier, Nicole's retching brought up only the vile taste of blood.

Deniz's head was a gory mess, his blood mingling indistinguishably with hers.

Clutching his head, Deniz cursed furiously, "Who hit me? Who's the bastard?” Another bang followed.

Deniz was struck once more.

His cries soon filled the room.

The other two men collapsed, their yells for security filling the air.

"Security...

Where are the guards? Where are they..." Jarrod, cleaning his hands of the wine stains, rose with a bottle of red wine in hand and roared at them, "Fuck off!" Confused, those men couldn't comprehend Jarrod's rage. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

However, deciphering his anger was less important than escaping.

They supported each other, stumbling out.

Those barmaids scattered as well.

Then, Jarrod advanced toward Nicole.

Nicole reclined on the sofa, her sneer unwavering at the sight of Jarrod.

Splash! Jarrod doused Nicole with the red wine, erasing the blood that wasn't hers.

With a firm grip, he seized her chin.

Jarrod's teeth clenched as he growled, "Have you come to your senses yet?" "Ahem..." Being choked by the red wine, Nicole found herself speechless, her response coming only as a fit of coughs.

"Nicky?" The pressure of Jarrod's hand increased, seemingly intent on crushing her jaw.

"Nicole, you truly are remarkable, aren't you? How can you be so utterly shameless?" "Isn't this exactly what you desire, Mr.

Schultz?" Upon his return, Jarrod had sought every way to degrade her.

Nicole felt baffled by Jarrod’s current fury.

Simultaneously, a searing pain gnawed at her stomach, contorting her face in agony.

Clutching her stomach, battling both intoxication and pain, Nicole managed to say, "No recognition for such an obedient person like me? You're quite mean, Mr.

Schultz.” "Shut up!” Jarrod's hands showcased prominent blue veins.

He stripped off his suit jacket and draped it over Nicole.

Witnessing this, Nicole sneered, "Ah, Mr.

Schultz, do you also want to fuck me?” Her hand lifted to tally, though her mind swam in a haze.

"You'll need to join the queue then.

Deniz, Korbin, and...

There are five before you." At that moment, Jarrod boiled over with rage.

He yelled in frustration, "That's enough, Nicole!” Nicole slurred, "If that's your wish, you'll need to pay, Mr.

Schultz! They've all given me money.

Your turn now!" Jarrod's rage erupted like a volcano, seething to his very crown.

A cold mask replaced his typically attractive visage.

"You crave it that much? Very well, I shall oblige!” With that, Jarrod flung the jacket off with the ferocity of a wild animal.

Rage blinded him.

There was no trace of mercy in his gaze.

His only thought was to make Nicole suffer.

The wrath consumed Jarrod, overshadowing his genuine emotions.

Again, he was impressed and swayed by such a lowly woman like her.

How foolish! His grasp tightened, his teeth sinking into Nicole's neck viciously.

He laughed at himself silently for falling for Nicole's trick again.

This heartless creature who had betrayed, wounded, and fooled him, now mocked him further! He resolved he would not let her go lightly this time! At the very least, she should witness the torments of hell! Nicole, enduring the fiery torment within her stomach, gritted her teeth in defiance.

"Is that the extent of your prowess, Mr.

Schultz? Resorting to such rude actions with women, huh?" Jarrod snorted dismissively at her words.

"Rumors had it that you've fallen for a man.

Is that so?” Nicole came back to her senses abruptly and denied it at once, “No, that's not true.” Jarrod's sneer deepened as he probed, "This man, is he Roscoe Watts by any chance?” Nicole's frame tensed up immediately at the mention of his name.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed, a glint of jealousy betraying his cool demeanor.

He dressed swiftly after concluding his business.

Looking down at Nicole, he suggested, "Shall we go see him now?" Nicole's expression congealed at his words.

Striving for composure, she clarified, "Jarrod, Mr.

Watts is merely my doctor, nothing more.

Please, don't cause him any distress." Jarrod's gaze was frosty as he replied, "Mr.

Watts? Well, I wouldn't have thought you preferred younger men.” "Stop it, Jarrod! Have you lost your mind?" Nicole burst out.

"Lost my mind?" Jarrod's voice was biting.

"We'll see just how mad I am when we meet Mr.

Watts.” He then scooped up his suit from the floor, wrapped Nicole in it, and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Nicole fought back in vain, shouting, “Jarrod, you monster! Let me go!” Ignoring her protests, Jarrod tossed her into the car and sped off to the hospital.

Coincidently, Roscoe was attending his shift in the emergency room, unaware of the impending storm.

Nicole, gripped by a sinking feeling, implored Jarrod again, "I've told you, there's nothing between Mr.

Watts and me.

I swear it." Jarrod glanced at her agitated features and snapped, "Spare me your lies!" The next moment, he yanked Nicole into the emergency room.

Bang! Nicole hit the floor.

Roscoe, alarmed by the commotion, rushed to assist Nicole, asking with concern, "Nicole, are you alright?” "Mr.

Watts, we barely know each other," Nicole whispered, withdrawing from his touch.

Roscoe reeled from her rejection, but the sight of Jarrod pieced everything together.

In a professional tone, he inquired, "How may I assist you, miss?" Nicole clutched the suit to herself, revealing bruise- marred legs.

She remained silent.

Jarrod's voice was laced with malice as he turned to Roscoe.

"Can you treat a torn wound?" Roscoe met Jarrod's taunting look with detachment.

“Of course.” Jarrod's smirk twisted as he dared.

"Then examine her.

I'm eager to witness it." "T'll arrange an infusion for the patient first, then tend to the wound," Roscoe stated, typing into the computer before instructing Jarrod, "You can fetch the medicine now.” With a cold smile, Jarrod departed.

Roscoe maintained his distance, opting to stand by the computer.

He asked Nicole, "How can | help you? What do you want me to do?"