Chapter 1450

Chapter 1450:

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Nicole instinctively tightened her grip on the towel wrapped around her. Jarrod's laugh was high-pitched and mocking. “Why do you bother covering yourself up?” Haven’t I seen every part of you?” His voice was deep and dripping with smugness.

Instead of giving in, Nicole tightened her grip on the towel. “Who let you in?”

A hint of amusement colored Jarrod's tone. "In my own house, do I need an invitation?"

Nicole hated to admit it, but he was right. Struggling to maintain her composure, Nicole demanded, “Get out. “I have to get dressed.”

Jarrod grabbed the clothes from the bed and threw them at her. “Put these on. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Nicole rolled her eyes and decided not to continue. She grabbed her clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Once inside, she discovered a disappointment.

The clothes Jarrod had given her were nothing more than a sheer babydoll. It was outrageously revealing, barely covering anything. She'd never worn anything this revealing, and she wasn't about to start. This guy!

“Jarrod!” he shouted, his voice filled with rage. “What is this?”

The bathroom door swings open. Jarrod leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smile on his face. “Did you knock?”

“Who told you you could come in?” Nicole’s voice was high-pitched as she clutched the towel tightly.

Jarrod raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just call me?”

Nicole was exasperated. “I didn't mean for you to come in!”

Feeling vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze, Nicole regretted her decision to marry him. It had been a rash decision, driven by desperation. Now, contemplating the consequences, she felt trapped. For the sake of her son and Kamilah, she felt she had no other choice.

While she was deep in thought, Jarrod had closed the distance between them. Nicole realized too late that resisting him might not be an option. Panic gripped her. “Get out!”

Jarrod grabbed her wrist, pressing her against the frosted glass of the bathroom, enveloping her in his presence. “Nicole, it's our wedding night. Where do you expect me to be?” His voice was deep, tinged with warmth and seduction.

“Jarrod, stop this…” Nicole’s voice trembled, her anxiety palpable. Jarrod remained calm and confident, however, his robe falling open to reveal his defined physique.

His lips brushed her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Don't call me Jarrod. Call me baby. I want to hear it.”

Blushing with embarrassment, Nicole retorts, “In your dreams!”

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