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.

appease Jarrod, he might unleash

these men, like a whore? A scornful smile crept

well, she would comply with

coat, unveiling

undergarments scarcely concealed

in attendance all

attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole's unveiled

man’s

a good-looking woman

undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence,

those men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted

breach of conduct on

me to offer

Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her

held the undivided

Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross

hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just

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

Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next

withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a seat

all be yours if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp pain flared in

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

with

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

Nicole's waist, bringing her into

brow furrowed briefly

washed over her as he voiced his

like women who are open and uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together,

drink, she deftly

"Mr.

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

enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass for you,

With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his brooding eyes turning

Nicky...

Nicole's nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him

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

slut!" he

their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing a stack of cash

though her face

men

keep holding