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.

to appease Jarrod, he might unleash

with these men, like a whore? A

would

her bulky coat, unveiling her slender legs and

scarcely

in attendance all

patrons, yet they stood no

man’s gaze

undeniably a good-looking woman in

undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the

approached those men, seated

for the breach of conduct on

offer amends,”

in a one gulp, her tongue delicately

the undivided attention

stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole's

gloomy expression in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even with the

gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid

withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a seat

if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine,

eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose hands

features were alight with

you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into the

hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with a

furrowed briefly before

washed over her as he voiced

like women who are open and uncomplicated like you."

discomfort as a bid to drink,

"Mr.

me the honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass for

touched Nicole's soft hand, he inquired, "And your name, darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That

Nicky...

days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're

allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's throat tightened,

a slut!" he

other men, enthralled by Nicole's charm, began to compete in their offers, flinging cash

feeling as though

drunk men

don't keep