Love Unbreakable

Chapter 445 Simply An Illness

Jarrod had always been suspicious. His previous words carried an undertone of doubt.

Nicole's heart skipped a bit. She looked away with feigned empty eyes to hide her panic.

Nicole observed that Jarrod's gaze, usually piercing, now held an unusual innocence as he took in the sight of her exposed back, adding an unintentional allure to the moment.

Jarrod stared unabashedly at Nicole, openly conveying his desire.

It was such an intense gaze. Nicole was stunned for a moment. She thought that if Jarrod was not confined to the wheelchair, he would have pinned her down to the bed by now.

She looked at him Indignantly and blurted out, "How dare you enter someone else's room without permission!"

As she spoke, she tried to fix her dress. However, she struggled with the stuck zipper. She had no choice but to drape her nightgown around her neck as a temporary shield.

When Jarrod saw this, his thin lips curled slightly. "What do you mean by someone else's room?"

He wheeled his wheelchair closer and smoothly stopped in front of Nicole. "What's here isn't mine?"

Nicole knew what he meant. He was implying she was also his possession. Of course, she wouldn't allow him to dominate the conversation. She smirked and retorted sarcastically, "Mr. Schultz, delusion is an illness that urgently needs treatment."

Jarrod remained unfazed, exuding a confidence as if victory was already his. He fixed his eyes on her back again, and the corners of his lips curved. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Nicole was frustrated. She felt her efforts were as ineffective as punching cotton. No matter how much she talked back, he continued at his own pace.

"Thanks, but no need," Nicole said through clenched teeth. "Please go out. I want to take a shower."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Jarrod asked casually.

Nicole looked at him speechlessly. She thought he was too shameless. "Mr. Schultz, please have a bit of decency Besides, is your wound no longer painful?"

Her icy tone reminded him of what had happened the last time he wanted to get close to her.

Much to Nicole's surprise, Jarrod was more amenable today. He only nodded in agreement without making things difficult for her. "All right. I'll just wait for you, then."

Nicole was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in confusion. Wait for what?

After thinking for a while, she realized he wanted to wait for her to finish taking a shower, so she could help him take a bath.

These past few days, Jarrod was bedridden, so Nicole personally attended to his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to go out. But she must return at night to help him with his personal needs.

Each time, Nicole complied through clenched teeth. Luckily for her, Jarrod's injuries were still healing, preventing him from any sudden movements, leaving him to lie there passively.

Even if Jarrod erected, Nicole managed to maintain a calm composure and unwavering eyes. That was because she imagined him as one of the cadavers used by her professor in her anatomy class in college. It was just that those cadavers were respected. But Jarrod was a dark and decaying cadaver.

Since Nicole knew what he was waiting for, she said impatiently, "Alright. Get out now."

Jarrod nodded and wheeled his wheelchair toward the door. Before going out, he said, "By the way, the doctor said I can bathe in the bathtub. Help me fill it later."

Nicole was rendered speechless. So, that was it. No wonder his mood was unusually good today.

Nicole was so annoyed that she lost the desire to take a shower. Since she couldn't open the zipper, she tore it off forcefully. Her good mood was ruined by Jarrod's words.

She quickly rinsed her body and changed. Then, she stormed to Jarrod's room without even drying her hair. Whether she liked it or not, she had to bathe him, anyway.

Since Jarrod could now bathe in the bathtub, it meant his body had almost recovered. If that was the case, she must endure. She couldn't falter at the last step.

Nicole pushed the door open and walked in. Jarrod was on the bed, reading a financial magazine. She went directly to the bathroom to fill the bathtub.

The bathtub was large, and it had six faucets discharging water at the same time. In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with enough water.

Nicole turned around and was about to call Jarrod when she bumped into his wheelchair. She was startled, not knowing that he had already silently wheeled behind her like a ghost.

Nicole clutched her chest in fright and exclaimed. When Jarrod saw her reaction, he only commented dryly, "Absent-minded."

Nicole stared at him as if scrutinizing him. Did he know something, or was he just making a casual remark?

Every time Nicole was near Jarrod, she felt like she was a radar, constantly alert to his presence. She was filled with nothing but suspicions. It was a sad reality.

Sometimes, she really didn't understand him. She knew Jarrod suspected her motives. But despite this, he still wanted to be with her. It was as if he was keeping a traitor by his side. Was it simply an illness?

While Nicole was still in a daze, Jarrod began to untie his silk robe, revealing a well-defined and muscular chest and abdomen.

Nicole quickly covered her eyes. "Jarrod, what are you doing?" "Take a bath," Jarrod replied casually.

Nicole got even more irritated. "That's not what I meant."

The corners of Jarrod's mouth curved into a faint smile, finding her reaction amusing. She had touched his body several times these past few days while cleaning him. But she still couldn't look at him now. Wasn't it a bit late?

His eyebrows quirked. "I don't have a habit of bathing with my clothes on."

Nicole thought for a while. He had a point. However, the situation was different. When he was still bedridden, and she had to wipe his body, she could pretend he was just a cadaver. But now, he was totally awake and actively getting into the bathtub to bathe.

She couldn't help frowning. "Since you can get up, why can't you bathe yourself?" |Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Instead of answering Nicole's question, Jarrod asked, "Why are you still shy when you see my body?"

Nicole was rendered speechless. How could she not be shy? She retorted angrily, "Since you can get up, I'm done with my job. I will go back to my house tomorrow."

Jarrod replied calmly, "My wound has not fully healed yet."

"Not healed? You can even walk without crutches now," Nicole countered.

Jarrod looked at her and said meaningfully, "You know that still need crutches."

His wound had only healed slightly. The stitches had just been removed, and his flesh was still fresh and pink. It was not pleasant to look at. Instead, it was scary.

After thinking for a while, Nicole decided to treat Jarrod as a breathing corpse. "Then, keep your underwear on, and I'll only scrub your back."

"I'm not wearing any." Jarrod confidently stood up with his crutches and let his silk robe fall to the floor. He was completely naked.

Nicole's face flushed at once. "What's wrong with you!"

Jarrod stood upright without his crutches and said calmly, "You know what's wrong with me."

Nicole thought it wasn't just his stomach that was injured. His brain must be sick, too. At this moment, Nicole's politeness vanished. While looking at Jarrod's naked body, her shyness was replaced by a barrage of unspoken expletives. "Jarrod!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth.

"What? Are you not satisfied?" Jarrod coolly raised an eyebrow, his presence imposing.

Nicole was rendered speechless. Was he really out of his mind? Satisfied with what? Sure enough, Jarrod's craziness should never be underestimated.

Nicole did her best to suppress the urge to throttle Jarrod and said coldly, "Jarrod, I can't help you bathe like this. I mean a normal bath. What do you think of me?

Jarrod had grown impatient, but he did not want to make more trouble. So, he suggested, "Wrap a towel around me."

He was making the biggest compromise. Otherwise, why would he take a bath with his underwear on?

Nicole took a bath towel and threw it at Jarrod. But he didn't catch it. Instead, he let it fall to the floor. He raised an eyebrow and ordered arrogantly, "Give me a new one and wrap it around me."

Nicole stood there silently.

Jarrod scoffed. "Since you don't abide by the agreement, I guess I also don't have to, right?"