Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 410

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It was all too clear. I wouldn't even give it a second glance dead.

"Drive you to madness?" Nicole couldn't help but giggle. "Mr. Schultz, don't get your hopes up. "You have read too much into my words."

Nicole didn't wait for his response and continued in a mocking tone: "I don't give a damn if he gets angry. I am not so lazy as to act just to irritate you. My actions are for my own reasons, for my happiness. Understood?"

Hearing this, Jarrod felt a sharp pain in his chest. He clenched his fist and beat his chest, his voice getting colder: “I can make you happy too. Don't look for anyone else. I know how to make you happy.

Nicole understood perfectly what he meant. He felt his face heat up with rage. "Mr. Schultz, calling him shameless is an understatement. To me, you are nothing more than a horny animal. Make other women happy however you want. Don't set your eyes on me.

Nicole's words were like a gentle rain to Jarrod, they barely affected him. He seemed to find a way to make her talk more, replying, "Even though I'm a horny animal, I once made you happy."

Nicole seethed with rage. How had she not realized before how shameless Jarrod could be? He even seemed to take pride in his shamelessness.

Nicole bit her lip, trying to regain her composure, and said, "Don't interrupt my nighttime hours with others again!"

Jarrod's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with urgency. "Nicole, you wouldn't dare!"

“Do you really have to ask if I would?” Nicole replied. "Mr. Schultz, do you need me to remind you?" It was you who led the Lawrence family to ruin. My father committed suicide and my mother died of grief. Who is to blame but you?

As she talked about the tragic past, Nicole's hands shook, struggling to hold onto her phone.

His first task upon returning was to visit his mother's nursing home, only to discover that his mother had long since passed away.

Her mother's ashes had been placed next to her father's, as Nicole had requested before leaving.

Although Nicole had prepared herself for it, the words made her shiver violently. She never thought the terms “ruined and destitute” would describe her situation. Why was fate so harsh, leaving her alive only to deny her the comfort of eternal rest in the depths of the ocean? Why did she have to continue living, burdened by guilt?

Tears of rage filled Nicole's eyes as she said, “Jarrod Schultz, now that I have nothing left in this world, what else can you take from me? My life? It's insignificant. If you are bold enough, try to take it from me, but know that you will pay dearly!

Nicole's only purpose in life now was to make Jarrod pay. Perhaps, only then could he finally let go of his burdens…

At that moment, Jarrod felt as if his heart had been ripped out with his hands. He was nothing more than an empty vessel filled with bitter sadness. He said desperately: “It won't come to that, Nicole. Why would I want your life? I want you to come back to my side. I promise to treat you well. You must believe me. Your mother..."

Jarrod was cut off by a sharp male voice from Nicole's end. "The bathroom is ready."

Those words immediately changed Jarrod's face into one of great annoyance.

Then the line went dead. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nicole ended the call abruptly, and the beeping seemed almost too enthusiastic to cut off their conversation.

Jarrod stared at the overheating phone, and the moments stretched until it seemed like an eternity.

Alec, standing tensely, worried about the fate of his phone. After all, eight phones had broken this month alone.

In the blink of an eye, Jarrod's grip on the phone tightened. Under the intense pressure, the phone broke with a crack. It shattered right in his hands.

Alec's eyes widened, not from the smashed phone, but from Jarrod's blood dripping down.

The sharp edges of the broken screen had cut the palm of Jarrod's hand, whose dark eyes burned with ferocious intensity. He then threw the remains of the phone against the windshield, causing the glass shards to bounce and cut his face.

The fresh cut gave Jarrod an even more daunting look to his already pale and unhealthy appearance.

Without a word, Jarrod got out of the car and entered the hotel, leaving Alec with a simple order: Find them.

Nicole hadn't planned to bathe here, but Roscoe insisted and prepared a medicinal bath for her.

Roscoe gave Nicole a clean bathrobe and noticed that it looked different.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice clear and youthful because he didn't smoke or drink.

His question quickly brought Nicole out of her thoughts. He shook off his sadness, his eyes cleared, and he said, "It's nothing."

Roscoe did not ask him for more details. He just nodded and said, “Take your time in the bathroom. I'll take you to see Austin when he falls asleep.

Austin was having a rough night, unable to calm down even with the babysitter trying to help.

Roscoe had prepared the medicinal bath, thinking it would help Nicole relax before going to see Austin.

After the bath, Nicole discovered that the hair dryer was not working. He called Roscoe. "Does it look like it's broken?"

Roscoe checked it and found the plug switch turned off. After turning it on, he offered to dry her hair, saying softly, "Let me do it."

Nicole was about to refuse, but Roscoe gently took her hand and said, "Nicole, you have to start letting me help you."

Nicole was unconscious when she gave birth to Austin, and it took her two years to recover. He went from deep despair to something that looked more like a normal life.

All this time, Roscoe had waited patiently. Now he felt that the time had come for Nicole to see him differently. I wanted more than friends.

Roscoe's sincere look made Nicole feel guilty without him even trying.

He was not enthusiastic about the idea of ​​continuing to live. However, Roscoe's future was still full of promise and hope.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole began, “Roscoe, I've caused you so much trouble. YO…"

«Let's talk about this later. "You're going to get cold if I don't dry your hair," Roscoe interrupted, not wanting to hear her apology, concentrating instead on drying her hair.

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