Love Unbreakable

Chapter 359 How Should I Kneel Jarrod's gaze was icy, charged with a palpable sense of aggression.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Nicole averted her gaze without a trace of emotion.

A bodyguard blocked Nicole's path, his demeanor indifferent. "No entry at this moment. Wait for the next elevator, please." Nicole complied, standing quietly with her documents.

Just as the elevator doors began to close, Jarrod, with his unique fingers, stopped them. His eyes were dark.

"Come in."

Hearing this, the bodyguard smartly moved aside.

Nicole, not wanting to join the elevator with Jarrod, said softly, "No, thank you." Jarrod remained unmoved, his foot wedging the elevator door open, seemingly prepared to wait it out.

Bystanders began to take notice.

Nicole's workmates were close by.

Feeling the pressure, Nicole moved forward, making sure to keep some distance from Jarrod. "Then, thank you." As Nicole stepped in, Jarrod didn't back away, almost intentionally staying in place.

Nicole nearly collided with his chest but stopped just in time.

Their eyes met, Nicole's firm and direct, not looking away this time.

Jarrod, standing close, looked down at her, his look intense. After a short pause, he moved slightly to the side.

The elevator, quite small, now had four bodyguards, forcing Nicole to stand behind Jarrod.

The elevator doors shut, and Jarrod moved back, his presence felt strongly.

Nicole also moved back to keep some space between them.

For an important meeting, Nicole had chosen a pencil skirt with a high slit.

Jarrod, hands in his pockets, looked down at her reflection, noticing her outfit. Nicole looked as striking as always. The same white shirt that looked ordinary to others became a

tool of allure for her. Even though the shirt was her size, it fitted tightly across her chest. Her thin heels and long, light legs were enough to stir desire in any man.

Jarrod was no exception, his lustful gaze undisguised and blatant. Then, he turned to face the front, asking casually, "Didn't you see the message?" Jarrod had messaged Nicole earlier, inquiring about her plans.

Nicole replied with a smile, "I didn't see it." Even if she had, she would have ignored it, treating it like an unwanted email.

Jarrod, keeping it casual, tugged at his lip but said nothing more.

The next moment, his hand was on her hip, sliding smoothly to retrieve her phone from her pocket. He did it

with such ease as if her hip was no different from an inanimate object.

"You!" Nicole bit her lip, holding back the urge to lash out, especially with others around.

Jarrod, unfazed, chuckled. "Just want to see if it still works." "Give it back to me." Nicole tried to grab her phone back, her voice filled with anger, visibly upset.

But Jarrod raised his hand out of her reach, capturing her wrist with ease and drawing her close. With a hint of a challenge in his eyes, he asked, "Hiding something from me?" Forced against him, Nicole felt her heart pound, her palms sweating. This morning, she had received a photo of Austin playing from the nanny and hadn't deleted it yet. It was still on her

phone.

Yet, Nicole's face showed no sign of panic as she calmly said, "My-phone's contents are my own concern, not yours." Jarrod's questions came because Nicole was acting distant. He felt annoyed and wanted an excuse to engage with her.

Noticing Nicole's fleeting unease, he grew more suspicious. He asked with a curious look, "What's got you so worried?" Nicole's attempts to pull away were futile, highlighting the clear difference in their strength. She realized that outsmarting Jarrod would be better than trying to overpower him. So, Nicole said with a forced smile, "There's a rather personal video, not

exactly for everyone's eyes." The atmosphere instantly chilled. The tension was so thick that even the bodyguards were on edge, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Jarrod, keeping Nicole close, asked with a sneer, "Who is this man that interests you so much? More than me?" Their exchange escalated with each sentence. The bodyguards, however, wished they hadn't heard their exchange Nicole replied with a hint of mockery, "A professional masseur. His skills are unmatched. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from him." The elevator fell deathly silent.

Everyone acted as if they were invisible, fearing a breath might cost

for their jobs.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped.

One bodyguard dared to ask, "Mr.

Schultz, are we getting off?" "Out!" Jarrod's shout was full of anger.

The bodyguards quickly went out.

Nicole and Jarrod were left alone in the elevator, with Nicole still without her phone.

As the doors shut again, Jarrod pressed Nicole against the mirror, his breath cold, his voice W You seem unhappy. Perhaps we should ‘practice’ now.’ "I'd rather not. My experiences with you have left a bitter taste. Now, I seek ioy instead." Nicole laughed, her beauty shining through. "The young men there treated me like a queen,

phone. y Yet, Nicole's face showed no sign of panic as she calmly said, "My-phone's contents are my own concern, not yours." Jarrod's questions came because Nicole was acting distant. He felt annoyed and wanted an excuse to engage with her.

Noticing Nicole's fleeting unease, he grew more suspicious. He asked with a curious look, "What's got you so worried?" Nicole's attempts to pull away were futile, highlighting the clear difference in their strength. She realized that outsmarting Jarrod would be better than trying to overpower him. So, Nicole said with a forced smile, "There's a rather personal video, not

exactly for everyone's eyes." The atmosphere instantly chilled. The tension was so thick that even the bodyguards were on edge, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Jarrod, keeping Nicole close, asked with a sneer, "Who is this man that interests you so much? More than me?" Their exchange escalated with each sentence. The bodyguards, however, wished they hadn't heard their exchange Nicole replied with a hint of mockery, "A professional masseur. His skills are unmatched. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from him The elevator fell deathly silent.

Everyone acted as if they were invisible, fearing a breath might cost

for their jobs.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped.

One bodyguard dared to ask, "Mr.

Schultz, are we getting off?" "Out!" Jarrod's shout was full of anger.

The bodyguards quickly went out.

Nicole and Jarrod were left alone in the elevator, with Nicole still without her phone.

As the doors shut again, Jarrod pressed Nicole against the mirror, his breath cold, his voice low You seem unhappy. Perhaps we should practice’ now." "I'd rather not. My experiences with you have left a bitter taste. Now, [ seek joy instead.” Nicole laughed, her beauty shining through. "The young men there treated me like a queen,

serving me on their knees. Can you do that, Mr. Schultz?" Jarrod's mood darkened, but Nicole stood her ground.

Today's gathering was a magnet for the elite of the business world, drawing in the traditional Hampton family among others.

Given the longstanding alliance between the Hampton family and the Schultze family, Nicole found a direct approach to the Hamptons blocked.

She chose Jarrod as her point of entry instead. Challenging him, despite the risks, seemed the quickest route Nicole aimed to incite a spectacle from Jarrod, hoping to tarnish his reputation | to the point of being shunned. Should the time come to choose sides, a temperamental CEO like Jarrod would

surely tip the scales against a partnership.

Amid a heavy silence, Nicole braced for a dramatic reaction from Jarrod. Yet, what she got was his deep voice asking, "How should I kneel?"