Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 2166

Nicole advanced several paces into the dark night, not noticing a man dressed in black blending into the shadows.

She accidentally walked into a surprisingly broad chest.

“Sorry.

.

She said automatically but then stopped, her senses alert to a familiar scent.

This unmistakable scent… It was just like Jarrod’s!”

Nicole’s heart skipped a beat as she raised her eyes to meet a face, cold and expressionless.

A metaphorical thunderclap shattered her calm.

“It’s been a while,” Jarrod’s mysteriously calm voice sounded, his features shrouded in the dark, unreadable.

Nicole’s scalp prickled, a sensation like ants crawling over her, goosebumps spreading.

Her mind screamed, “Run, just run!” Yet, her legs were as heavy as lead, rooted to the spot.

Jarrod effortlessly lifted her into his arms, heading to a secluded area of the building.

Nicole didn’t resist, aware that any objection might put Roscoe at risk.

Jarrod wasn’t alone.

Two muscular men were with him.

Nicole’s foremost thought was to protect Roscoe.

From their hidden spot, Nicole saw Roscoe below, anxiously looking for her, his concern evident.

Yet, he

refrained from shouting her name, wary of the consequences.

He approached each passerby, describing her features.

Nicole had never seen Roscoe look so desperate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, her heart wrenching painfully.

“Does that hurt?” Jarrod’s cold voice rang out next to her.

Facing him squarely, Nicole replied, “You better not touch him!”

Jarrod’s smile was thin and chilling.

“Do you think you’re in any position to talk to me that way?”

Nicole looked notably better than when they were together before.

Back then, although pretty, she constantly seemed troubled, hardly ever smiled at him, and appeared painfully thin, almost fragile.

Now, she looked vibrant and healthy, glowing with the warmth of someone well-loved, reminiscent of her college days when they were in love.

A surge of anger rose within Jarrod.

Nicole had truly moved on… It was clear she loved someone else.

“So, you’ve been enjoying yourself since you ran away,” Jarrod commented, his voice dripping with venom.

Nicole knew that shouting or trying to escape would be pointless.

Jarrod had found her and had no intention of letting her go.

Resigned, she said, “Jarrod, I don’t want revenge anymore.

I tried to get you locked up behind the bar last time but failed.

Let’s call it even.

Can’t we just go our separate ways and live our own lives?”

“Even?” Jarrod scoffed, holding her chin forcefully.

“How do you justify your stabbing me? How will you make things right for what you did to me before?”

Nicole grimaced in pain as Jarrod’s grip tightened, her voice faltering.

“Jarrod… Why can’t you let me go? You’re engaged… You have a fiancée.

What else do you want from me?”