Love Unbreakable

Chapter 348 I'm Thinking About How To Kill You "Mind your own business. Get out of here!" Nicole yelled through clenched teeth, looking at Jarrod disgustedly.

Jarrod lowered his head and bit her collarbone hard. Then, he looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me, did you enjoy it?" Although Nicole couldn't move her body, one of her hands was still able.

She raised it and gave Jarrod a hard slap. It was so hard that blood immediately oozed out of the corners of his mouth.

"It's none of your business. I said get out of here!" Jarrod's thin lips were stained with

blood, making his cold, handsome face look even more wicked. He caught Nicole's hand, held it tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Does hitting me make you feel good?" Nicole sneered, "Of course! It feels so good." "Then, this side, too." Jarrod leaned the other side of his face, held her hand even tighter, and raised it to help her slap him again.

A dull and crisp sound echoed.

Nicole was a bit stunned.

The other side of Jarrod's face instantly became red and swollen.

The slap this time was even harder than Nicole's first slap.

"Are you satisfied now?" Jarrod asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red and

burning with suppressed anger. "If not, continue slapping me to death." Nicole saw his face clearly. There were old and new injuries on his face, but he didn't seem to care. He even wanted her to continue slapping him. She thought he was really a lunatic.

"Jarrod, if you have problems with your brain, go to a mental hospital. Don't throw a fit here!" "Just think that I am sick. If you hate me, you can take revenge in whatever way you want. But you can never be with other men." His dark eyes turned even redder and were fixed on her. He said word by word, "I will never allow you to see any other men. You can't have meals, hold hands, hug, and sleep with other men. Over my dead body!" Nicole wanted to continue taunting

Jarrod. She wanted to ask, "So what if I sleep with other men?" But before she could say anything, suddenly...

"Waah!" A very soft cry of a child rang out in her ears. It was so faint that even Jarrod might not have heard it.

Nicole trembled all over, and her face turned pale.

Jarrod noticed her strange expression.

His brows furrowed tightly. When he was about to say something, another soft cry came. This time, he heard it.

"Waah! Waah!" It seemed like Austin was being fussy and crying.

"What's that sound?" Jarrod froze. He was no longer pressing on her. Instead, he wanted to get up and check.

Nicole's mind went blank for a

moment. She broke into a cold sweat.

There was only one thing in her mind.

Jarrod must never know about Austin.

Nicole suddenly raised her hand and hooked it tightly around Jarrod's neck.

She met his surprised gaze and deliberately smiled at him radiantly.

"Where are you going? I haven't had enough fun yet." After saying this, she tilted her head, reached for his sharply defined jaw, and bit it hard.

The sensation made Jarrod's entire body stiffen. The flames of the past instantly reignited.

His body trembled uncontrollably. He felt like the fire inside him was about to explode. He instinctively pressed Nicole down, and his lips searched for the right spot.

Nicole pressed her palm against his

chin, stopping the closeness. Her eyebrows slightly raised. "Let's go somewhere else. To your house. Do you dare?" Jarrod stared at her. He paused slightly and looked at her doubtfully. He was confused by the sudden change in her behavior.

Nicole laughed lazily. While tapping his chin with her fingers, she looked at Jarrod and said provocatively, "Mr.

Schultz, how do you spell the word coward?" The corners of Jarrod's lips twitched.

He no longer cared what tricks she was trying to play. He bit her fingers.

He licked the tip of her fingers with his wet tongue, smiled wickedly, and asked, "Are you thinking about how to kill me?"

Then, he picked her up and carried her out. Nicole was so startled that she subconsciously wrapped her arm around his neck. - Since they were in a hotel, many people were coming and going. Of course, they attracted other people's attention.

But Jarrod didn't see it as a bad thing.

Nicole, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable. She whispered, "Jarrod, put me down." Jarrod stood up straight, waiting for the elevator, and chuckled softly.

"Can't you take it anymore?" Nicole glared at him fiercely. "Get lost!" Jarrod snorted. He was about to say something when the elevator suddenly dinged.

Then, the elevator doors opened.

Roscoe, standing inside the elevator with a carryout bag, looked directly at Jarrod and Nicole.

Jarrod met Roscoe's gaze with a frown.

He was about to speak when Nicole suddenly slapped his chin, interrupting him. She asked impatiently, "Are we leaving or not?" Her slap left a conspicuous red mark on Jarrod's chin. But Jarrod didn't get angry at all. He just hummed in acknowledgment.

Then, a gleam of light flickered in Jarrod's eyes. He looked at Roscoe and asked, "Are you coming down?" Roscoe glanced at Nicole, shrinking in Jarrod's arms. He replied in his usual voice, "No."

Then, Roscoe stepped out of the elevator. As he walked out, the corner of the carryout bag in his hand brushed against Nicole's leg. But no one noticed it.

Nicole saw tofu pudding in the bag.

And she knew it was from a stall near the hospital where she once stayed.

She had tasted it many times because Roscoe used to buy it for her when she was hospitalized. However, she was in Hilpton now. That stall was seventy kilometers away from here. Did he go all the way out to purchase it only because of her liking? Besides, it only took him half an hour to travel back and forth. How did he do it? Suddenly, Nicole didn't dare to think further. She lowered her head to hide the expression in her eyes.

Before the elevator doors closed, Jarrod suddenly looked down and rested his chin on Nicole's head. He said, "I will punish you well later." Jarrod's voice was loud enough for Roscoe to hear. He looked back.

Jarrod had his head down, so he didn't see it. But Nicole did. And she saw from Roscoe's look that he was heartbroken. It was like a burning heart forcibly pressed into the bottom of a deep pool and sealed in ice.

At the thought of this, Nicole shivered.

Her body turned cold and stiff in an instant.

Jarrod felt this change. He tilted Nicole's head to make her look at him.

The corners of his mouth twitched before he asked, "What are you thinking?"

This time, the elevator doors closed.

It was only then that Nicole came back to her senses. She stared at Jarrod, and the corners of her mouth raised. "I'm thinking about how to kill you." Jarrod seemed pleased by her words.

He put her down, pressed her against the elevator wall, and pushed her slightly with his long legs. He said ambiguously, "You can actually start killing me now." Leaning against the elevator wall, Nicole stared straight into his eyes and said, "That's boring, Jarrod. Letting you die too easily is no fun." A light flashed in Jarrod's eyes. The corners of his mouth curved into a wicked smile. He said in a husky voice, "Then, what will be interesting?" Nicole lowered her head. She didn't

say anything and just smiled. She thought Jarrod was acting so arrogantly and above the law. Then, she would let him be defeated by the thing he disdained the most. She would let him face justice under the sun and never be able to turn around again.

Jarrod must have noticed she was thinking about something. He raised his hand and pinched her chin. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Nicole, what are you plotting?" Nicole's red lips curved into a mocking and disdainful smile. "Why? Are you scared?"