Chapter 1209

Chapter 1209:

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"Do not harm those around me," Jarrod declared bluntly, "They are mine to handle, under any circumstances."

Wayne was upset but he didn't show it. After all, there was no reason to ruin the good relationship between the two families over this.

Plus, he'd been in trouble before, so he knew the drill. While things may seem exciting during the infatuation phase, they lose their spark after a few years. I figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

“I promise,” Wayne quickly agreed.

Jarrod went to see Vicki.

Lying in bed, Vicki was pale and weak. She was completely different from Nicole.

Vicki had been well cared for since childhood and, although a little spoiled, she still had a simple mind. As a result, her current fragile state was like a delicate flower, evoking in men the desire to protect her.

But Jarrod was not swayed by such fragility. His experiences had made him indifferent to women who seemed delicate and in need of protection.

Jarrod was drawn to the ones that were hot, vibrant, and as captivating as a desert rose, thorny and tough, yet stunningly beautiful.

Nicole was the only one who fit this description. She was like a desert rose, and only experienced travelers would understand her meaning.

“Are you feeling better?” Jarrod asked as he sat down by the bed.

Vicki turned her head away, filled with grief and anger, refusing to speak to him. She felt as if she had offered her passionate heart, but had not been treated well in return.

What Vicki had forgotten was that she had been the one who had initiated their agreement, in which Jarrod had made it clear that he would not love her.

People often wanted more and were rarely satisfied.

Jarrod warned him: “Next time, don't act so impulsively. You may not always have someone around to save you. Don't put your life in someone else's hands. It’s not worth it.”

It was surprising to hear such words from a man normally so ruthless.

Jarrod's gaze was stern, serving as both a warning and advice to Vicki. After saying that, he left.

He stood up and added, “Get some rest. “You have to be well for the wedding.”

As he was about to leave, Vicki suddenly sat up and hugged him from behind, pleading, “Don't go. Jarrod, you have no heart. You don’t even care about me,” she said pitifully.

Vicki's eyes were swollen with tears. In the days since Jarrod had left, she had been in agony, crying incessantly.

He hadn't responded to her calls, or her lengthy text messages, or even responded when her father tried to contact him.

This was Vicki's first real encounter with Jarrod's coldness. When she tried to slit her wrist, it was her way of trying to get him to come back.

But as the blood began to flow, fear gripped her. She didn't really want to die. She realized that death would only bring endless loneliness. Without Jarrod, she didn't want to face the void.

So he called the servants, creating a scene to get medical attention and bandages, causing his father to call Jarrod angrily.

Jarrod stood impassively, his athletic figure visible beneath his suit, clearly someone with great influence in the game of love. He gently pushed her hand away, looked at her and asked, “Have you come to your senses?”

"Yes, Jarrod. Vicki refrained from saying anything that might upset him.

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