Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 499

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At a social event, Doreen was captivated by Roscoe as soon as she met him.

When Doreen told Jarrod, she didn't expect the Watts family to set up a blind date with Roscoe so quickly.

Doreen was enchanted by Roscoe's bright eyes. Gathering courage, he tried to feed it. “Roscoe, would you like to try this?”

But Roscoe seemed distracted.

With a timid gesture, Doreen brought the spoon to her mouth: “Roscoe, please try this…”

And suddenly, “Applause!” The spoon was knocked out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Doreen was stunned, feeling the sting in her finger. He looked at Roscoe in disbelief, wondering if he had been the one who had thrown the spoon.

Roscoe avoided his gaze and murmured, "Sorry, I didn't realize."

Doreen's discomfort eased slightly. It seemed that Roscoe had not done it deliberately.

The incident caught Jarrod's attention. “Doreen, are you okay?” Jarrod asked, shooting Roscoe a stern look.

Doreen smiled and said, “I'm fine. I didn't hold it well and I spilled it on myself. "I'll go change my clothes."

Doreen greatly appreciated its appearance and hated any stain on the display. As she was very particular about her appearance, Doreen always carried spare clothes for these situations.

Doreen looked flirtatiously at Roscoe and asked, "Roscoe, could you bring me the change of clothes?"

Roscoe watched Nicole's red lips as she feasted on the shrimp and grits, savoring them as if they were the most delicious treat in the world. He felt a wave of discomfort.

With a smile, Roscoe took the key and left.

Jarrod's gaze stopped at Roscoe. Roscoe seemed much calmer and collected than before.

Loosening his tie, Jarrod looked at Doreen with a blank expression.

“Doreen, it's okay to enjoy his company, but don't get too attached.

He is not worthy of you.

At this moment, Nicole squeezed the spoon tightly.

Doreen was visibly upset by the comment. He got angry. «Jarrod, please don't speak ill of Roscoe. "He is a gentleman and treats me well."

They had only known each other a day.

Roscoe had barely spoken, he was cold towards Doreen.

However, love often colored one's perception, leading to self-deception.

Jarrod raised an eyebrow, looked at Nicole, who was concentrating on her food, and asked, “Really? How exactly has he treated you?

Surprised, Doreen feigned shyness. «Jarrod, you are too nosy. Why do you have to know everything?

Jarrod, fiddling with a cigarette, replied quietly, “If it makes you happy, let it be. But remember that men like him will not only be with you. They will also be with others.

"Jarrod, what do you mean?" Doreen feared that Roscoe might hear Jarrod's comment. Furthermore, there were other people present.

He didn't like Jarrod's disparaging comments about Roscoe.

Nicole's hands tightened, her discomfort increasing as she was disgusted by Jarrod's attitude.

Looking at Nicole's clenched hands, Jarrod spoke softly, “To think that an illegitimate child can join our family is wishful thinking on your part.

He is lucky to spend some time with you.

“Jarrod, keep your voice down!” Doreen saw Roscoe approach out of the corner of her eye, awakening a pang of guilt in her.

“Did you feel comfortable with him serving you?” Jarrod looked at Nicole and asked sharply. His attention was focused solely on her.

Doreen was stumped, about to respond when a sudden cough interrupted her.

“Ahem…” Nicole’s cheeks flushed red as she coughed continuously.

Jarrod, offering a pat on Nicole's back, commented coolly, "There's no rush.

We've just started.

His words contained a significant message.

“Ewww…” Nicole suddenly gagged.

Jarrod's expression darkened.

The next moment, Nicole vomited.

Nicole's vomit was so intense that Jarrod was splashed by it.

Undigested food was evident in the mess.

Jarrod's expression turned grim.

“I'm sorry, I…” Nicole managed to say between gasps, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach.

But he was unable to continue as he vomited once again. "Phew!"

She quickly got up, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom.

Jarrod, who now smelled like vomit, looked visibly upset.

A waiter approached and suggested, “Sir, we have facilities here where you can refresh yourself. "There is a room available for you to change."

Jarrod, his expression unchanged, nodded. Once he received clean clothes, he went to change, his mood clearly sour.

Doreen also decided to change her clothes.

Inside the bathroom, Nicole managed to expel all the shrimp and grits she had eaten. However, the nausea persisted.

Coming out of the toilet, he rinsed his mouth and washed his face, trying to regain his composure.

When he looked in the mirror again, he saw Roscoe's reflection.

Roscoe was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, waiting for her.

The room fell silent, neither of them breaking it.

Their gazes met in the reflection of the mirror.

Memories of her past life abroad surfaced in Nicole's mind. Roscoe often cooked for her on the weekends and even helped her with childcare.

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