Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 263 You Can't Break The Agreement

The informant tracking Jarrod relayed to Jamie, "Mr.Schultz has just entered the
Oasis Apartment.”

Jamie was livid at this.

Bang! The sounds were thunderous as Jamie wrecked her room, shattering
furniture and electronics in a fit of rage.

Exhausted, Jamie slumped to the floor, her heart racing with anxiety.

Jamie had noticed Jarrod's growing indifference toward her.

Jarrod's visit to Nicole the night before their wedding only intensified her fears.
It seemed he would continue to have an affair with Nicole even after he got
married.

Jamie knew deep down that Jarrod's feelings for her were more obligation than
love.

But what if Jarrod eventually found out she wasn't the one who truly saved him
back then? How would he treat her then? Jamie

vividly remembered Jarrod's cold, ruthless behavior toward Nicole.

Unlike Nicole, who shared a past with Jarrod, Jamie had deceived Jarrod from
the start.

The sense of duty binding Jarrod to her seemed to be weakening.His
compensations and avoidance of discussions about having

their children all hinted at his desire to reduce her to a mere figurehead in the
Schultz family.

Jamie could accept that.

After all, Jarrod's wealth was more than she could ever spend.

However, the possibility of Jarrod finding out Nicole was the one who saved him
back then terrified Jamie.

Consumed by fear, Jamie retrieved her phone from the floor, dialed a number,
and gave a chilling order, "During the wedding

tomorrow, send out the information.”

At that moment, Jamie's eyes glinted with malevolence like a scorpion poised in
a pool of poison.

She was resolute in finishing Nicole.

At the Oasis Apartment, Nicole had finished packing, ready to leave tomorrow
morning.

She had kept her promise, staying in the Oasis Apartment until the last night
before Jarrod's wedding.

After her shower, Nicole checked her father's health indicators for the day.
Everything appeared stable.

The renowned surgeon Jarrod had arranged was set to consult with her father
tomorrow, with plans to schedule surgery.

This doctor's success rate was notably high, so Nicole felt hopeful about her
father's upcoming operation.

The operation was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoonthe day after
tomorrow.

Her father would attend the Lawrence Group's dismissing event tomorrow
morning.

As the Lawrence Group was closing down, Nicole's father, concerned about his
long-time employees, wished to personally bid

them farewell.

With a busy day ahead, Nicole decided to go to bed early after her shower.
The door beeped as it opened.

Jarrod entered, noticing a suitcase in the living room.

He was frustrated at the sight of it.

Nicole was truly ready to leave.

He cracked open the bedroom door, glimpsing Nicole's silhouette on the bed.
This only heightened his irritation.

Ironically, whether he married or not, it seemed to make no difference to Nicole.
She appeared content, unaffected by the events around her.

Jarrod quietly undressed and slipped into bed beside her.

Nicole, half-asleep, thought she was still dreaming when she sensed Jarrod's
presence.

She had taken a sleep aid to ensure a restful night for the busy day ahead.

Her mind was still foggy. Turning around, she saw Jarrod's face close to hers.
She thought she saw him in her dream. Her expression was one of clear distaste
as she murmured, "Ugh!"WIG Hte AD fits dt PGP am TR rar rerit How could she
see this demon even in her dream? It was truly bad luck. Jarrod's expression
darkened at her reaction. In a punitive gesture, he pinched her sharply, causing
her to wince. Nicole's eyes shot open, and upon realizing it was Jarrod pinching
her, her confusion turned to anger. "Jarrod?" Recognizing that it was indeed him,
her anger flared. How could he, on the eve of his wedding, be in her bed?
Frowning, she questioned him, "Why are you here? Our agreement is over, isn't
it?" Their agreement had been clear.

It would end upon his marriage.

She regretted her habit of not locking the bedroom door, a necessity due to
Jarrod's past behavior.

Locking it only led to break-ins and punishments.

Reluctantly, she had stopped locking the door so that he could come in easily.
She had no choice.

After all, this was his home.

If not for her need of medical assistance from him, she would have thrown him
out long ago.

Nicole's eyes flashed with revulsion, which only fueled Jarrod's anger.

Jarrod turned over, grasping her chin firmly, his voice heavy with suppressed fury,
“Am I married yet?" Nicole was at a loss for words. Then, he began to remove
her pajamas. Nicole was appalled by his audacity. "Stop!" she cried, struggling.
"Don't touch me!" But Jarrod, tense and resolved, restrained her, preventing any
movement. In desperation, Nicole headbutted him. Thump! Nicole used all her
strength, her head throbbing with pain. Jarrod paused, a sinister smile playing on
his lips.

"You are quite the fighter, aren't you?"

Jarrod remarked coldly.

Sitting up, he flicked a lighter, its blue flame casting shadows on his chiseled
face.

With a cigarette between his lips, collar undone revealing his collarbone, he
exhaled smoke.

"Are you trying to nullify our agreement?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Nicole, perplexed and on edge, fixed her gaze on him.

Her earlier resistance was purely out of instinctive.

She loathed the thought of having sex with him.

Despite knowing Jamie might learn everything, she couldn't bear it, yet felt
powerless to stop him.

"Never mind.Since you're unwilling, consider our agreement lended ahead of
schedule,"

Jarrod stated indifferently.

Jarrod stood, slipping on his coat, his silhouette like a demon coming to life.
Nicole hurried to him, grasping his hand.

"Jarrod, you can't break our agreement!"

His eyes, dark and unfathomable, replied coldly, "Didn't you want it to be over
and done with?"

Nicole, her lips pressed tightly, grasped his intent.

With a mix of anger and sarcasm, she shot back, “Jarrod...Aren't you satisfied
with Jamie? Or have you developed a taste for

me?"

Jarrod raised an eyebrow.

"You think too highly of yourself."

Nicole retorted, fueled by his provocation, "You're the one who's given me this
confidence."

In defiance, she ran her fingers over his abs, taunting him, "Mr.Schultz, is this
what you're after?"

Her actions and words were a bold challenge to his pride.

She sneered, "What difference does it make? Once sleeping with you, ten times
makes no difference to me."