Chapter 1186

Chapter 1186:

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Vicki adored this little white bird, pure white and strikingly elegant. She would shower him with attention. Jarrod had already interacted with him a few times.

From the driver's seat, Alec observed, "Miss Hampton usually keeps a close eye on him. It's not often he's run off like that."

The bird seemed pleased with Jarrod, not trying to flee but pecking gently at his neck.

Alec laughed. “Mr. Schultz, you seem to like her very much. Miss Hampton has had you for over a year and she remembers you more than she does her, even though she has only met you a few times. What an ungrateful little thing.”

“Should I take it…” Before Alec could finish, a soft click interrupted him.

“Screech…” The little white bird lay lifeless in Jarrod’s hand, completely motionless.

Alec was shocked. It was Vicki's beloved pet, and Jarrod had just killed it…

Jarrod stared at the motionless bird in his hand, its white feathers still pristine even in death. What a pity. It just wasn't listening. Just like Nicole.

Jarrod's frustration was palpable as his thoughts turned back to Nicole. He had put so much care into her, trying to woo her and treating her gently, and yet she had run away without a second thought. Disobedient birds deserved punishment, and people were no exception.

He was sure he would eventually capture her. But he hadn't decided on her punishment yet. Nicole was stubborn and resilient.

The most important thing was that, despite her efforts, she could not quite warm to him, just like this bird that had escaped from its cage. Sometimes, she wished… She wished she could subdue him.

Jarrod told Alec to keep driving and nonchalantly tossed the bird's body into a trash can, his expression frozen. Once he recaptured Nicole, he would make sure she could never escape again. Even dead, she would only perish in her clutches.

Nicole was standing in a cozy courtyard at the foot of the hills, knitting. She wanted to knit Roscoe a cashmere scarf.

I had chosen a soft, misty blue for the thread, a color that complemented it well, understated, pure, but unique.

While she was knitting in the yard, a bird landed on the wall and began to squawk miserably.

Nicole was annoyed by the noise and tried to scare it away.

But the bird didn't seem to notice and continued to squawk sadly.

Nicole, increasingly nervous, threw a rock at it. The bird fluttered in response, leaving behind a single feather.

Nicole stared at the pen and felt a wave of unease.

He paced back and forth, trying to calm his nerves.

Suddenly, a furry little animal brushed against her legs.

Looking down, Nicole saw it was Keith, who seemed to sense her distress and wagged his tail vigorously in comfort.

Watching Keith reminded her of Roscoe's routine feeding chatter, and slowly eased her anxiety.

She returned to her seat and continued knitting the scarf, her fingers moving quickly.

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