Love Unbreakable

Chapter 297 That Face!

Melissa's chin throbbed from Jarrod's tight grip as if it teetered on the verge of being crushed.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and Melissa shivered under the weight of his cold demeanor. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.

Jarrod scrutinized Melissa's face with care. It was her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Nicole's. Both of them possessed captivating eyes. Nicole's eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.

In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a persona of submission and flattery. Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissa's were steeped in sycophancy and compliance.

Melissa's eyes mirrored Nicole's to an uncanny degree, yet their personalities stood worlds apart.

After enduring the pain for an extended period, Melissa felt she had reached her limit. If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush her chin.

Just before she could utter a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.

Melissa crumbled weakly to the floor, her heart racing with a frantic tempo. She considered herself fortunate that her chin wasn't made of plastic. Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.

Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a cold command, "Fetch the wine."

Trembling, Melissa poured the wine. Jarrod downed glass after glass with effortless ease, quickly finishing two bottles.

The wine packed quite a punch. As the alcohol began to take its toll, Jarrod's vision blurred, and Melissa before him increasingly resembled Nicole, who once spent days and nights by his side.

Jarrod muttered, "Nicole... Nicole..."

It wasn't the first time Melissa had heard that name. From the very first time Jarrod had ordered her to spend the entire night with him, she was forbidden to utter a word. He simply gazed at her face. He forbade her from displaying any e no tears, and certainly no sound was allowed. Back then, she had understood that she must remain silent. Making a sound would shatter the illusion that she resembled that woman

y emotion. No No laughter, n

Jarrod's lids drooped, and he possessed deep-set eyes. His lashes weren't particularly thick, but they were long, and his neatly trimmed hair gave him a

suave, icy charm.

There was no denying that men like Jarrod exuded undeniable masculinity.

For individuals like Melissa, getting close to Jarrod was an impossibility. Yet, every woman had, at some point, envisioned herself as Cinderella, always hoping for a prince to come to their rescue.

Melissa poured another glass of wine and extended it to Jarrod.

That time, Jarrod didn't take the glass but raised his gaze.

Jarrod locked his eyes onto Melissa's face. As if enchanted, he lowered his head and downed the wine directly from the glass held in her hand.

Melissa turned away, preparing to refill the wine.

A sharp shatter of broken glass broke the silence.

Jarrod forcefully wrested the glass from her grasp. Then, he swiftly reached out, gripping her throat, and pressed her down onto the sofa.

The abruptness of the action left Melissa somewhat frightened as she stared at Jarrod with wide-open eyes.

Jarrod's cold countenance seemed to undergo a sudden transformation. In a husky whisper, he murmured into Melissa's ear, "Nicole... Nicole..."

He uttered nothing else, merely calling Nicole's name. He continued to repeat Nicole's name, his voice rough and seductive.

Jarrod was slightly inebriated at that moment, and the deep affection in his eyes proved nearly irresistible.

Even though Jarrod called out another woman's name, the affection enveloped Melissa like a net descending from the heavens, trapping her. She was willing to be taken as another woman.

Unmindful of the peril that loomed within Jarrod, Melissa boldly extended her hand, encircling her arms around his neck, and slowly leaned in, her scarlet lips approaching.

The gap between their lips narrowed to a mere finger's width, Close enough to feel each other's breath.

Melissa's fragrance caused Jarrod to furrow his brow. The seent was strange and vulgar, unlike Nicole's.

Jarrod promptly pushed Melissa away and turned toward the sofa, massaging his temples with slender fingers.

y with her, she could Melissa was taken aback but refused to let this precious opportunity sup

through her fingers. If Jarrod were to engage in intimas men. Perhaps he

escape from the company of those odorous, portly would even whisk her away.

Summoning her courage, Melissa began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her tender skin. She gradually sank to her knees before Jarrod.

The moment her slender fingers extended, Jarrod's voice turned frigid. "Get lost!"

Melissa was left dumbfounded. The sound of shattering glass resonated in her

ears.

A shard of glass whizzed past Melissa's face, crashing into the LCD screen behind her, fragmenting into pieces.

Jarrod wiped his blurred eyes, his voice akin to that of an ice-cold ogre. "Get

out!"

The expression on his face was so horrifying that it sent shivers down Melissa's spine, rendering her legs weak.

Without even a chance to don her clothes, Melissa hastily scrambled out.

As soon as Melissa managed to escape, Jemma delivered a swift kick to her. "You fool, do you honestly believe that man would whisk you away just because he glanced at you?"

Kneeling on the floor, Melissa trembled and replied, "Jemma, I never entertain that idea."

"Humph! You've tried and now you give up!" Jemma extracted a bundle of bills and flung them onto Melissa's face. "If you can't cover tonight's losses, I won't let you off the hook!"

Confronted with the staggering amount, Melissa was so terrified that tears streamed down her face. She kept bowing in supplication. "Jemma, I realize my mistake! Please, show some mercy!"

Melissa knew she couldn't possibly afford such a sum.

"You brought this upon yourself! Don't overestimate your worth We only require you to entertain the guests with drinks. Yet you dare to reach for the stars!" Jemma scoffed. "Can someone like you really expect a meteoric rise?"

If Melissa hadn't made such a colossal blunder and aspired to reach great heights, how could she have incurred such a substantial loss? In their line of work, they couldn't afford to cross the high rollers. Even if Jarrod conducted himself in such a manner, they had to maintain a façade of obsequiousness.

Observing Melissa's innocent countenance, Jemma sneered, "If you follow him, you'll be even more wretched than you are here."

Why would a man

swayed by an inconccustomed to resting beside lifeless bodies every day be

, impoverished extra?

Melissa was forcibly escorted away by the security personnel.

Jemma stared at Jarrod's handsome visage. He was undeniably attractive, but the unsettling rumors surrounding him sent shivers down her spine. Shaking her head, she hastily walked away as if a ghost was chasing after her.

It was the late hours of the night when Jarrod emerged from the club. His steps were unsteady, and he swayed, navigating the world in a daze.

Leaning against his car, Jarrod ignited a cigarette and dialed Alec's number. "Come get me." He needed to return home and be with Nicole.

After ending the call, he glanced up at the sky. The moon hung round and luminous, much like the night when Nicole had departed.

Then, out of nowhere, something happened.

A slender silhouette appeared and slipped into the blue luxury car parked by

the entrance.

Jarrod's tall, statuesque frame tensed, and the cigarette between his lips plummeted. That face. That face!

Jarrod lunged forward like a cheetah in the obscurity of the night.

The blue luxury car roared to life and sped away, with Jarrod in hot pursuit.

Jarrod was far from sober. If he were, he might have noticed that the car wasn't racing away, almost as if it were teasing him.

Every time hope seemed within reach, the car would accelerate away.

Finally, Jarrod's strength ebbed, and he crumpled to the ground, his knees bearing the brunt.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Struggling to place his hand on the pavement, he attempted to rise, but the alcohol-induced deluge of hallucinations clouded his mind with countless phantoms.

The blue car came to a halt.

When the door swung open, a pair of long, slender legs descended, clad in black high heels, and approached Jarrod.

The black heels paused before Jarrod.

Jarrod's face remained plastered to the ground. He lifted his gaze ever so slightly, tracing from her slender legs to the captivating countenance of the

woman.

"Nicole!" Jarrod uttered a single cry, refraining from a second one. He shook his

head vigorously as if trying to ascertain whether this was a mirage or reality. Was the woman he actually seeing now was Nicole?

Jarrod hadn't dreamt of Nicole in five years. Nicole had been so cruel, refusing

to appear in his dreams once.

Jarrod's posture resembled that of a supplicant kneeling before the woman's

feet.

Her alluring crimson lips parted and closed. "Jarrod."