Love Unbreakable

His Threat Suddenly, Nicole's complexion drained of color.

Was Jarrod unaware that beneath her coat, she only wore her underwear as he instructed? Removing her coat would be akin to standing naked for all to see, wouldn't it? In the past, Nicole had joined clients for dinners, but always dressed in her professional attire.

Being a Lawrence, people would only dare to mock Nicole with words, never mistaking her for a mere whore.

But now, Jarrod seemed poised to tarnish her good name in this entertainment place.

The other two men perked up.

"Stop acting so prim and proper.

We're not here to watch you hide behind that coat.

Off with it, and make it quick." "Yes, entertain us well and you'll be handsomely rewarded.” Their expressions were filled with unsavory intent, making Nicole reel as if she had been struck across the face.

Jarrod, watching her frozen stance, let out a sardonic laugh.

"Let's remember, Miss Lawrence hails from a respectable family.

Perhaps we should allow her a moment to consider.” "Really? That's rather dull.

Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the time being?" With a gesture from Deniz, a group of barmaids entered, dressed in revealing attire and drawing all eyes.

Deniz pointed out two particularly striking women, instructing them, "Take special care of Mr.

Schultz.” These two women were well-trained and walked toward Jarrod as instructed immediately.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Jarrod.

Such a dashing guy was seldom seen here.

They approached him unabashedly and settled on either side, hands provocatively on Jarrod's legs.

"Mr.

Schultz, what would you like to do now?" Deniz chuckled at their forwardness.

"You're both quite fortunate to attend to a man of Mr.

Schultz's caliber.” Jarrod didn't dismiss their advances, enveloping them with an arm each and boldly finishing the drink nestled against one’s curves.

The wine’s aroma lingered as Jarrod squinted his eyes at Nicole and, with a mocking smile, he toyed with his phone.

"Miss Lawrence, should I get your family's permission for you?" Nicole's heart seemed to lurch at the mention of her family.

Suddenly, Nicole felt a grip around her throat, stealing her breath away.

She was certain Jarrod intended to torment her this evening.

failed to appease Jarrod, he might unleash his

men, like a whore?

would comply

bulky coat, unveiling

undergarments scarcely

in attendance all

charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance

anticipated, every man’s

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms

Nicole exuded an

men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted a wine

of

to offer amends,”

her tongue delicately catching the

undivided attention of

witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a

to massage his temples, convincing himself he

and he looked rather pale

gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next

lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the barmaid

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

will all be yours if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift

corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly

with

my utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into the seat beside

Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with

brow furrowed

heavy and tainted, washed over

uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a

her discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to

"Mr.

gripping her delicate wrist, tilted

Nicole offered, "Another glass for you,

darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck

Nicky...

Nicole's nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the

moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's throat

he muttered

to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing a stack of cash at Nicole's

as though her

drunk men

don't keep holding