NovelEnglishNicole's laughter rang out suddenly.
"Are you sure you'll do anything I ask?"
Nicole's face, bare without makeup, radiated charm.
Her smile shone like flowers in full bloom.
Jarrod's gaze intensified as he replied coolly, “I'll consider it."
For a brief moment, he contemplated offering to cancel the engagement with Jamie if Nicole agreed to have a child with him.
Yet, his pride prevented him from revealing his true desires, leading him to this compromise.
Perhaps, if Nicole stopped resisting him, he might shed his tough exterior and open his heart to her.
"And if] asked you to end your own life, would you? Would you willingly walk into hell?"
Nicole's earnest tone underscored the gravity of her questions.
Jarrod's eyes darkened and his handsome face was covered with the coldness.
"Do you really despise me that much?"
"Yes, I can't stand you."
The pain in Nicole's stomach was intense, driving her to end the conversation quickly.
"Jarrod, perhaps you and Jamie should journey to hell together.You might find companionship there in the afterlife."
This remark ignited Jarrod's fury.
He leaned forward abruptly, gripping Nicole's chin tightly.
"What makes you think you can talk to me with that vicious tone?"
Vicious? To Nicole, his accusation seemed almost laughable.
Howe ordered those two women to attack her in the detention center.
Then, he even locked her up in the villa to bully her.
All of these must have something to do with Jamie.
Jarrod must have supported Jamie throughout the time.
In her eyes, it was Jamie and Jarrod who deserved to face damnation, not her.
She couldn't care less about how Jarrod viewed her.
His opinion of her, whether he saw her as cruel or not, held no weight in her heart.
Over the past few days, Jarrod had cast numerous accusations at her.
She really didn't care about it at all.
"It seems I'm the villain in your story, right? Haven't you grown accustomed to it?"
When Jarrod came back from abroad, Nicole's belief in kindness as a weakness was reinforced.
To her, it only opened the door to mistreatment by the unscrupulous.
Her memories of Jarrod were marred by his insults and disrespect toward her and her family.
The downfall of the Lawrence Group, her father's hospitalization, and every calamity seemed tied to either Jarrod or Jamie.
She held both Jamie and Jarrod responsible for the misfortunes of her family and the Lawrence Group.
In her eyes, Jamie and Jarrod were far from innocent.
A fiery hatred burned in Nicole's gaze as she faced Jarrod.
Jarrod's expression darkened at her words.
In a sudden move, he seized Nicole by the neck and pushed her against the bedside cabinet.
Because of that, Nicole coughed violently.
His indifference to her pain was evident as he coldly remarked, "You're getting pretty reckless, Nicole."
He lifted her effortlessly, tossing her onto the bed.
Despite the softness of the bed cushioning her fall, the impact, however, was still jarring.
Nicole, alarmed, questioned him as he advanced, "What are you up to, Jarrod?"
Jarrod leaned over with a wicked smile on his face.
He said to himself he didn't need to negotiate with Nicole.He could do whatever he wanted with her.She was his woman.
"I'm offering you a chance to redeem yourself by having my child.Even with a baby, you can't erase what you've done!" Jarrod
declared.
He lunged toward Nicole, attempting to remove her clothes.
"Get away from me!" Nicole snapped, her voice thunderous.
She was uncertain how much longer she could endure without the painkillers.
Yet, she knew she had to persevere until her father's surgery.
She refused to suffer from Jarrod any longer.
"I won't let you touch me again,"
Nicole asserted, clutching her torn clothes, her complexion ghostly from pain.
Jarrod's irritation flared at her resistance.
His voice was icy, "Don't think I'll be moved by your act of pity."
Then, he pressed on her cruelly, and Nicole felt as if her organs were squeezed hard in her chest.
Suddenly, blood spurted from Nicole's mouth, splattering across Jarrod's white shirt.
The sight visibly unsettled Jarrod.
For a moment, his heart seemed to falter, realizing it was Nicole's blood..
"Why are you bleeding like this?"
Jarrod's voice lost its cold detachment, sounding strained.
Nicole, with a bitter smile and blood at the corner of her mouth, responded, "It's not unusual for someone with cancer."
Jarrod couldn't fathom her claim as truth, suspecting she was mocking him.
Seeing his shirt was soaked with blood, Nicole expected anger from Jarrod.
Unexpectedly, he just stood up and hurried to the bathroom.Emerging from the bathroom, Jarrod carefully moved Nicole into the
bathtub.
As he began to remove her clothing, Nicole momentarily froze before pushing his hands away.
Jarrod embraced her tightly, trying to soothe her, "Stay still.You're in no state to do this alone.Let me help you clean up."
Nicole, however, resisted, adamant in her refusal.
"I don't want your help," she said, her voice tinged with revulsion.
In her eyes, Jarrod was nothing more than a womanizer.
Despite her protests, Jarrod seemed unfazed.
Jarrod wouldn't stop what he was going to do, even if she hated it, His resolve was unshaken, be it having sex with her, sharing
His tone was icy as he issued a warning, "If you don't stop struggling, I'll do it right now."
“How can you be so vile?"
Nicole retorted, her disgust palpable.
Ignoring her protest, Jarrod proceeded to undress her and lower her into the water.
His grip was firm as he said bluntly, "We've had sex before.And you feel sick at me now?"
Nicole's cheeks flushed as Jarrod washed her without a hint of emotion.Then, Jarred refilled the tub until the water was pristine.
Despite the scars that marred his back which was a testament to his challenging life abroad, Jarrod's hands remained well-
cared for.
His fingers were slender, his nails immaculate, lending a certain elegance to his hands, much like his handsome face.
Yet, when he touched her, Nicole could feel the hardness of calluses against her skin, a stark reminder of his roughness.
Instinctively, Nicole shied away from his touch.
Jarrod scoffed at her reaction.
"Consider yourself lucky.There are plenty of women who want to get laid with me."
Jarrod demanded her attention, his tone laced with dissatisfaction.
"You ought to be grateful 1 have sex with you.Do you get that?"
Confidence in this regard was not foreign to Jarrod.
Beyond his allure, he prided himself on his prowess.
The condition was his willingness to be gentle.
Amongst the women in Ardlens he was willing to be gentle, Nicole stood out in her reluctance, a stark contrast to Jamie.
Unimpressed, Nicole replied icily, "The water's getting cold."
Her retort cut through Jarrod's words.
Although he was in a foul mood, he nonetheless wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed.
Exhausted, Nicole lay there silently.
She thought Jarrodwouldn't spend the night here because of his wedding tomorrow.
Tormented by an excruciating stomachache, Nicole desperately needed rest.
However, her attempt to close her eyes was thwarted by the sharp pain.
Half-asleep, she heard the door open and assumed Jarrod had left.
Later, she was roused by the sound of Jarrod returning with water and medicine, urging her to take the pills.
Burrowed in the quilt, Nicole’s muffled voice rejected the offer, "I don't want it."
The painkiller she relied on was specific to her condition.
Any other medicine needed a doctor's approval.
Undeterred, Jarrod insisted, pulling her up.
"Take it before you sleep."
"I don't want it,"
Nicole repeated, shaking her head.
Ignoring her protests, Jarrod forced the pills into her mouth, causing them to get lodged in her throat.
"Ewww..."
Nicole gagged, on the verge of vomiting.
Jarrod quickly offered water, but she refused.
Left with no choice, he held her chin, attempting to pour the water into her mouth, inadvertently soaking her clothes.
Seeing Nicole's continued resistance, Jarrod resorted to taking a sip of water himself and then transferring it to her mouth
directly.
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