Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 438

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His hand holding the towel trembled slightly and he slammed it against the mirror.

The movement caused some of the hot water to splash on his face, but he didn't flinch. For the moment, the unbearable heat was the only thing tethering her to reality.

Nicole looked down at the hot water coming out of the faucet and, as if possessed, she reached out and put her hand under it.

Within seconds, his palm burned crimson.

It was like a machine that feels no pain. As the hot water scalded his palm, all he could do was stare numbly.

At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Jarrod appeared.

Before him was the sight of Nicole standing like a broken puppet, not knowing how to remove her hand from danger.

His heart leaping into his throat, Jarrod rushed forward and grabbed her hand out of the water. “Are you crazy?”

His touch caused Nicole, who until now seemed dazed, to explode like a lit firecracker.

In her struggle to get him off her, she ended up accidentally hitting the sink.

Tension showed on Jarrod's face, and he hurried over to see if she was hurt.

But before he could touch her, Nicole gave him a wary look like that of an alarmed cat with its hair standing on end. “Get out of here!”

Then, not caring about his presence, he turned on the hot water again and continued washing his hand under it.

With a cold gleam in his eyes, Jarrod grabbed her hand and turned on the other faucet. He then put her hand under cold water.

Finally, Nicole looked at Jarrod and said through clenched teeth, “Jarrod, don't you understand? I have to clean this hand completely.

It is dirty because you have touched it.

"Dirty?" Jarrod breathed in disbelief, his patience wearing thin.

Grabbing her from behind, he forced her to raise her head and look at their intertwined figures in the mirror.

«Look at them well. Do you see it well? Now you are in my arms. I am the one who changed your clothes. Do you feel dirty because I touched you? Jarrod's eyes clouded with a mix of melancholy and fury.

He said word by word, "So, do you want to kill me or yourself?"

Nicole's eyes were bloodshot as she stared into the mirror. Tightened by Jarrod's grip, she couldn't move at all. At that moment, every fiber of his being was filled with disgust. Even his warm breath on her neck felt like an invasion of space.

Having reached the peak of his anger, he could no longer control himself. He turned his head and bit Jarrod's arm fiercely.

Jarrod didn't even try to dodge it. She just let him bite her until she was satisfied.

Blood stained the sleeve of his newly changed shirt, making him look even more ferocious. Clenching his jaw, he scoffed, “Why do you waste so much energy?”

By then, Nicole's hospital gown was soaked with water, causing it to stick to her body and show off her graceful curves. Along with her pale face, it evoked an image of desolation that was heartbreakingly beautiful to behold.

His shoulders shook violently as he said, “Jarrod, you are a pervert! A lunatic! "Looking at you makes me want to vomit."

Hearing these words, Jarrod felt a burst of anger in his heart.

But at the same time, seeing the crumbling expression on Nicole's face, he had no choice but to suppress that anger.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to reason with her. «Do you remember the first time we slept together? You thought it was because you saw me first and chased me, right? You are wrong. I noticed you first. It was in an elective class in first year. You and your boyfriend at the time sat next to me, always hugging.

Every time I looked at you, it made me want to grab you right there.”

Nicole gritted her teeth, listening to the story she had never heard before.

Jarrod continued: "Have you ever wondered why that boyfriend of yours suddenly broke up with you?" I gave his father a million to leave Ardlens with him. After that, I became the president of the student union so that you would notice me.”

His lips curved into a mocking smile. Wiping the wet eyelashes of the woman in front of him with his thumb, he spoke again, although more to himself than to her. «You said I am a lunatic. Well, you're right, because what I showed you was a carefully crafted image of myself. I've always been someone who needs to get what he wants. I did all this to attract you and you fell into my trap. "It was all part of my plan."

Of course, after that, many other external factors had affected their plan. The fall of his family, followed by a series of misunderstandings, had driven Jarrod crazy.

But from start to finish, he hadn't stopped loving Nicole for a single second. Only their love had been obscured by misunderstanding for some time.

Now, Nicole and Jarrod had been irreversibly injured, putting them in a situation almost impossible to save. But so what?

Nicole was the woman Jarrod had set his heart on. No matter what he had to do or sacrifice, he would never let her go.

But Nicole thought Jarrod's speech was ridiculous. Pursing his lips in anger, he said, “Jarrod, I already see you dying a miserable death.”

Silence filled the air. There were two living people in the bathroom, but neither of them were speaking at that moment.

The more Jarrod looked at Nicole, the more he felt his self-control slipping away. Finally, as if a dam had broken, he pinched her waist and lifted her over the sink. He then grabbed her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her.

Overwhelmed by his sudden advances, Nicole struggled to push him away with both hands.

With his resistance, the kiss turned bitter. The two people seemed to be locked in a battle, with one fiercely trying to open the other's defenses.

Even after the tender lips were torn and bled, the attack continued.

Blood stained his lips and teeth, although it was not clear who it was from.

What started as a simple kiss turned into a bloody mess.

Finally, Nicole could no longer contain her pain. A salty tear slid down her cheek, boiling Jarrod's thin lips.

That's when Jarrod stopped. Suppressing the desire welling up inside him, he finally let her go.

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