Chapter 236

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The room was filled with shock at the unexpected turn.

Those men had been so absorbed in their performance that they never anticipated such a dramatic turn of events.

Nicole's eyes, once bright, were now dull.

Facing Jarrod, his voice was cold.

«Jarrod, my father canceled my engagement with you, fearing that I would not lead a good life with you.

At the time, I was angry with him and didn't understand his concerns.

We argued and I even refused to eat.

But was his desire to protect me so unforgivable? His family was murdered by mine? Why does he want us all dead?

Is it just because he thinks I played with his feelings?

Well, if you're so determined to get back at me. I am willing to atone with my life. Is it enough for you?

Determinedly, Nicole brought the glass shard closer to her neck.

Suddenly, the bottle slammed against the wall.

Nicole's less agile left hand was overtaken by Jarrod's feet.

She kicked her hand, sending a jolt of pain through Nicole's wrist.

Nicole's last hope of death was taken away.

“All of you, get out!” Jarrod's voice thundered with fury.

Those men obeyed quickly, not daring to disobey.

Jarrod pinned Nicole's battered form against the wall.

«Even facing death, Nicole, do you defy me? Haven't I told you that you need my permission to die?

Nicole's hands fell, limp. I couldn't lift them.

It was then that she realized that he had said he needed her permission to die.

He even lacked the freedom to control his own life and his own death.

A hauntingly beautiful smile appeared on Nicole's face.

«Jarrod, it doesn't matter if you say no. My body is failing. You can unleash all the hate you want. "I'm dying."

At that moment, Nicole longed for death. Wouldn't you offer him freedom?

Jarrod was livid at her words. Die! Again. Her repeated mention of death was almost like carving that word into his forehead as a harsh reminder to him.

Was he seeking your compassion? So why couldn't he just give in to him, stop resisting and avoid despicable acts?

Jarrod didn't think he was going to die, but the word "die" on his lips always made him uneasy.

He convinced himself that his concern was because he didn't want her to die so easily. He had more revenge to execute. Why did he think he could just die?

Maybe it was another ploy of hers. He wasn't going to swallow it, not even a little bit!

Jarrod tightened his grip on her shoulder.

«Don't try to fool me with this, Nicole. Do you think I'm still the old Jarrod who would listen to you?

Nicole scoffed.

«The Jarrod I knew no longer exists. Now, all that remains is a demon.

Nicole's laughter was hysterical, pain clenching her stomach.

Jarrod's irritation increased. He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the coffee table. His voice was icy.

“You still have the audacity to challenge me!”

Nicole, helpless, looked at him with disgust.

Jarrod, you are nothing more than a cruel beast!

Jarrod's grimace was icy.

«Isn't this what you wanted? When I was unconscious, you were busy with other men, right? I have to satisfy your needs.

Nicole's words faltered, realizing that arguing with him was useless.

Jarrod, now more demon than man, looked at Nicole's neck. He leaned down, his tongue finding the throbbing artery and sucking on it mercilessly.

Nicole gasped, her body trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

That was his artery, a vulnerable spot where a little more force could be fatal.

Jarrod hovered over her, hissing ominously.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you never want another man."

His hand moved underneath, feeling its warmth.

At times like this, it reminded her that she was alive.

Nicole's hair was messy and wet tears stuck to her eyelashes.

He felt like a helpless fish on the guillotine.

Just as their intimacy grew, a knock on the door broke the moment.

Jarrod's response was cold.

"Go away!"

Outside, Alec hesitated before speaking.

"Mr. Schultz, Miss Powell is feeling unwell, she's asking about you."

Hearing Jamie's name relieved Nicole.

Jarrod was about to continue, but the persistent vibration of his phone interrupted him.

He slammed his fist on the glass of the coffee table and stopped abruptly.

Nicole's respite was brief. Jarrod dressed, casually found a jacket for her, and took her with him.

They arrived at a chalet that Jarrod had bought for Jamie.

To their surprise, Jamie was in the doorway, visibly sick.

Jarrod ran towards him, crying.

“Where have you been?”

Jarrod stroked her hair tenderly, his gaze soft.

"Now I'm here."

Seeing Nicole in the car, Jamie's face hardened. He was disgusted that Nicole was unharmed and still pregnant.

Unhappy, he asked, "Jarrod, why is Nicole here?"

Jarrod, his thoughts confused, simply nodded.

Jamie insisted: "Why did you bring her?"

"You were sick, so I brought her to take care of you."

Jarrod looked at the car with a cold expression.

"You can go out now."

He did not reveal his true intentions. Secretly, he wished he could keep Nicole tied to him.

Reluctantly, Nicole got out of the car, aware of Jarrod's twisted mentality.

Jarrod, ignoring her, hugged Jamie and headed to the elevator.

Nicole had no choice but to follow him.

Once inside, Jamie kissed Jarrod in front of Nicole.

After leaving the key, Jarrod went to shower, apparently averse to the smell that surrounded him.

Jamie and Nicole remained in the living room.

Jamie arrogantly ordered Nicole, “Go and peel some fruit for me.”

Nicole obediently went to the kitchen, fumbled with a fruit knife, and began to peel the fruit. He placed the fruit on a plate and handed it to Jamie in the living room.

But Jamie didn't eat. Instead, he mocked Nicole.

Didn't Jarrod bring you to serve me? Where is your servant? Shouldn't you kneel and feed me?

Nicole then understood why Jarrod had brought her. He was going to make her receive humiliation at the hands of Jamie.

But suddenly, an idea struck Nicole. Picking up a fruit fork, he knelt before Jamie and offered her a smile.

“Of course, let me feed you.”

As the fruit approached Jamie's lips, Nicole stood up abruptly, putting her arm around Jamie's neck, with the fork in Jamie's artery.

«Ah! Jarrod! Relief!" Jamie's scream echoed, bringing out Jarrod, clad only in a towel.

Nicole, holding Jamie, spoke clearly to Jarrod.

«I want the contract, the original and all the images. Give them to me.

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