NovelEnglishAre Handsome Guys All Blind Now Jarrod spun around to find Jamie standing behind him.
Thinking she might not appreciate the smell of his cigarette, he snuffed it out and tossed it.
A wave of relief washed over Jamie when she saw what he had just done.
She was confident that Jarrod would not blame her for anything, even if she had done something as extreme as killing Nicole.
"Why are you here?” Jarrod asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Jamie lifted the thermal pot in her hand.
"I made you some breakfast.
It’s your favorite seafood soup." Jarrod's eyes twinkled.
During his challenging times abroad, Jamie’s homemade soup had been his sole comfort.
They moved to the dining area of the VIP ward and took seats at a table.
Jamie lifted the lid off the pot, filled a bowl, and passed it to him.
Jarrod accepted the bowl and downed the soup in just a few hearty gulps.
“How does it taste? Does it taste the same as the old days? " Jamie asked while staring at him with anticipation.
"It's delicious,” Jarrod replied.
As Jamie refilled his bowl, her hand trembled, and she ended up spilling the soup, scalding the back of her hand.
"Ah!" she cried out in pain.
Quick as a flash, Jarrod scooped her up and made a beeline for the sink.
He then called a nurse over to apply some ointment to the burn.
While the ointment was being applied, Jamie clung to Jarrod's shirt.
Her face was wet with tears and contorted in pain..
“What are you doing? Can't you see she’s in pain?" Jarrod snapped at the nurse.
Startled and terrified, the nurse began applying the medicine with extreme caution.
Jarrod's concern melted Jamie's heart.
She pretended to be magnanimous and said, "I'm okay, Jarrod.
Don't be so hard on her." Jarrod eventually calmed down.
After the nurse had applied the ointment on Jamie's hand, Jarrod headed to the bathroom to clean the soup stains off his
clothes.
As he walked by the nursing station, he overheard two nurses gossiping.
"Did you see that woman who came into the VIP ward with the handsome man yesterday?" "Which guy are we talking about
here?” "The one with a scar on his forehead.
He looks rough around the edges but undeniably handsome." "Oh, that handsome guy.
What's going on with him?" "Well, he just brought another woman into the VIP section and asked me to treat her burn.
You wouldn't believe how much she was hamming it up.
She'd spilled soup on her hand, but it wasn't even that hot.
The way she was wincing and groaning in the guy’s arms, you'd think she was on her deathbed.
There are so many women like her nowadays.
They really do prove that the squeaky wheel gets the oil.
Look at the woman in that ward.
She was beaten so badly that her face became disfigured.
She doesn't stand a chance against these drama queens." "Are these guys blind or something? So much for dreaming of the rich
and handsome ones.” Those nurses walked off.
Meanwhile, Jarrod stood still as a statue, his fists clenched tight.
The haunting image of Nicole, with her body covered in blood, invaded his mind once again.
Thinking about it sent a mysterious wave of discomfort radiating from his heart, filling him with pain.
He had done his best to avoid even thinking of Nicole's face.
In the end, he could not help it.
After what felt like an eternity, he returned to the lounge.
Jamie was still there, waiting for him.
As he entered, she raised her bandaged hand as if asking him to pick her up.
Jarrod thought of the earlier conversation between the two nurses and felt mixed feelings.
Jamie tugged at his arm and asked in a voice akin to a spoiled child's, "Jarrod, can I ask you something?" Just the day before,
her family members had been detained by Jarrod for beating Nicole.
If it wasn't for the vase, teaching Nicole a lesson should not have escalated to this.
Truth be told, it was Jamie who had handed that vase to the woman.
She was that eager to seal Nicole's fate.
“What is it?” Jarrod asked absentmindedly.
"It's about my family.
They only reacted the way they did because they heard what Nicole did to me.
Can you forgive them?" Jarrod looked at her.
His gaze was sharp enough to cut glass, which made Jamie flustered.
He pursed his lips together and, after a long moment's silence, finally said, "Jamie, I believe I've told you that you are not allowed
to lay a hand on Nicole's face.” Jamie's face drained of color.
“Leave it alone.
I'll handle them,” Jarrod declared.
This meant that he was not going to let those people off the hook.
Jamie ground her teeth in frustration.
She realized Jarrod's decision would obliterate any prestige she had in her family.
After all, she was the one who instigated those people to harm Nicole.
In desperation, she feigned grievance and reasoned, “What happened yesterday was my fault.
I shouldn't have let Nicole get under my skin and should've stopped everyone right away.” “What did she say to you?" Jarrod
curiously asked.
said she only sleeps with you for the sake of the Lawrence family.
In truth, she's repulsed by you, especially by the scars on your back.
She said they look like centipedes and give her nightmares.” As she spoke, she noticed Jarrod's expression turn increasingly icy.
Jamie seized the opportunity and feigned indignation.
"It infuriated me.
I don't care if you're involved with other women, but I can't bear anyone talking about you like that." All the while, Jarrod's fists
clenched tighter, and his veins stood out on his skin.
He remembered Nicole’s lack of enthusiasm whenever they had sex.
Jamie's revelation seemed to align with Nicole's arrogant and snobbish personality.
It turned out Nicole despised him to this extent, and could not wait to distance herself from him.
However, she was not much more noble than him.
If it weren't for the betrayal of the Lawrence family, the Schultz family wouldn't have suffered that heavy blow and completely
backed out of the market of Ardlens.
"Don't take it to heart, Jarrod.
In my eyes, you're the best man out there." Jamie leaned into Jarrod's arms and rubbed her head against him while her eyes
flashed a hidden, malicious glint.
Jealousy had clawed at her when she opened that hotel door and saw Nicole who just had sex with Jarrod.
That fucking bitch! If she could not lay a finger on Nicole, she would craft a scheme and make sure Jarrod himself took Nicole
down! Jarrod masked his emotions and stood up.
"I'll have the driver take you home." Upon hearing this, Jamie frowned and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"Aren't you leaving with me?" Jarrod planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I've got other matters to attend to.
I'll see you tonight." "Alright." Jamie forced a smile and continued, "What about my relatives? What will happen to them?" Jarrod
said nothing.
"It's fine, Jarrod.
I won't hold it against you.
At worst, I'll only catch some flak from my uncles." Jarrod ran his fingers through her hair and assured her, "Don't worry.
I'll have them released." "Really? That's so kind of you, Jarrod." Jamie wrapped her arms around him and added in a sweet
voice, "I can't wait to be your wife.” Jarrod held her hand and caressed it.
"I promise you'll be the happiest woman in the world.” Once Jamie was gone, Jarrod returned to Nicole's ward and found her
awake.
He walked up to her expressionlessly and moved a stray strand of hair away from her face.
"How are you feeling?" Nicole looked at him.
The sight of him reminded her of the humiliation she had suffered at his hands, and her eyes clouded with disdain.
"Don't touch me.
You're disgusting.” The word "disgusting" ignited a fury in Jarrod, and his face twisted in an instant.
His hand shot out to clutch her throat.
He tightened his grip until her face started turning purple and her breathing grew ragged.
His eyes narrowed and brimmed with cruelty as if he were a demon straight from the depths.
He stared daggers at her and bellowed, "Say that again!”
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