Love Unbreakable

Don't Let Me See You The Valiant Voyager, Jarrod's private yacht, docked at the seaside harbor.

It was a three-hour drive from the city center.

It was already afternoon when Nicole arrived there.

She didn't have anything this morning because she had to fast for her laboratory tests.

Later, when she rushed to the company, she was swamped with those issues with the deals.

For a whole long day, she didn’t have time to eat anything.

Until now, her stomach was empty.

It felt like her stomach was burning, not from hunger but from some sort of internal heat.

A miserable smile slowly crept across Nicole's face.

She often felt this way since the beginning of the year.

Now that she was diagnosed with stomach cancer, she knew it was a sign of her stomach suffering and warned her to pay attention to her health.

But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention to her condition since Jarrod's return.

After all, handling him had taken her most of the time and effort.

If she hadn't missed the best time for treatment, her condition wouldn't have worsened like this.

Now, it was too late for anything.

When Nicole stepped out of the car, the cold late December wind blew on her face.

She felt like it was a blade that cut her skin.

She wrapped her coat tightly around her body and walked toward the dock which led to the prominent ultra-luxury yacht.

Two bodyguards in black stood there, checking the guests' invitations before they could get on board.

Nicole called Jarrod, and he answered quickly.

She hurriedly said, "Jarrod, I'm outside the Valiant Voyager.

Can you come down to see me? Or can I go up?" "I told you I'm busy today, and I don’t want to see you.

Get out of here!" Jarrod replied impatiently.

"Jarrod, please.

It will only take five minutes," Nicole pleaded.

She didn't intend to give up.

"Not even five seconds.

All my time today is only for Jamie," Jarrod refused coldly.

"So, get lost! Don't let me see your disgusting face!” Nicole then heard the beeping sound.

Jarrod hung up without even giving her a chance to explain.

Nicole dialed Jarrod’s number again.

But this time, all she got was a busy tone.

It seemed he had blocked her.

She stood in the cold wind for almost two hours, wrapping her coat tightly around her body.

Her assistant called again, informing her that one of their partners, who wasn't dissatisfied with their products, had called and asked about their products being returned.

This was not a good sign.

It seemed this partner was thinking about terminating their cooperation.

Nicole clenched her fists tightly.

from her wallet, and stuffed the money into the

the bodyguards shook their heads and waved their hands, refusing

what they were

to explain, "Please, take

things

me a

is here and wants to talk

doesn't want to see

on whether Jamie's hatred toward

she would stand a chance of

talk with him, thus saving

Jarrod tonight,

it was useless for Nicole to

relay

of the bodyguards took the money

a few minutes, the bodyguard returned with

willing to let you on board.” Nicole knew

her fists tightly

she saw how

yacht was adorned

lanterns

covered

was preparing an unlimited buffet

Nicole and guided

Jamie, who was

Jarrod, who looked dashingly handsome in

from head to toe,

knew that the Powell family had long since

a reckless older brother who single-handedly bankrupted their company, leaving them

weren't for Jarrod, the Powell family would

for Jamie to maintain her status as

around her, Jamie leaned

waiting there for almost half an hour, but Jamie didn't even spare a

had witnessed how Jarrod doted on

stopped Jamie from drinking,

Jamie with

smile charmingly, Nicole was stunned for

remember the last time she saw

at

he smiled, his intimidating

transformed into

However, he rarely smiled.

be said that he hardly ever did, except when he was

all, the business world was

company needed a decisive and

how to avoid showing

put away his arrogance when Jamie was

became the thoughtful Jarrod

smell of

there was a

could react, red wine splattered onto her white

a voice with a strong smell

"Oops! I’m sorry, sweetie.

bad! My hand is

wine all over you.” Nicole looked up and saw Howe Powell,

him because she saw him in a video

dry those wine for you.” As

his wine on

like he wanted to take advantage of the

said politely, "It’s

infamous in Ardlens for being a

sexual preferences were

had it that he had played with

a significant amount of money

Jarrod might

Howe's video that circulated through the Internet, she