Chapter 341

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Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and Melissa trembled under the weight of his cold attitude. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall.

Jarrod studied Melissa's face carefully. His eyes looked a lot like Nicole's. They both had captivating eyes. Nicole's eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.

In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a personality of submission and flattery. Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissa's were filled with adulation and compliance.

Melissa's eyes mirrored Nicole's to an amazing degree, but their personalities were very different.

After enduring the pain for a long period, Melissa felt like she had reached her limit. If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush his chin.

Just before she could make a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.

Melissa collapsed weakly to the floor, her heart beating at a frantic pace. She considered herself lucky that her chin wasn't plastic. Otherwise, it would have been deformed beyond recognition.

Jarrod stood up, his long legs crossed, and gave a cold order: "Bring the wine."

Trembling, Melissa poured the wine. Jarrod downed drink after drink with ease and quickly finished two bottles.

The wine was very strong. As the alcohol began to take its toll, Jarrod's vision became blurred, and Melissa became more and more like Nicole, who had once spent days and nights by his side.

Jarrod murmured, “Nicole…Nicole…”

It wasn't the first time Melissa had heard that name. Since the first time Jarrod had ordered her to spend the entire night with him, he had forbidden her to say a word. He just looked at her face. He forbade him to show any emotion. No laughter, no tears and, of course, no sound was allowed. By then, she had realized that she had to remain silent. Making noise would break the illusion that he looked like that woman.

Jarrod's eyelids were drooping and his eyes were sunken. Her eyelashes were not particularly thick, but they were long, and her neatly trimmed hair gave her a soft, icy charm.

There was no denying that men like Jarrod exuded an undeniable masculinity.

For people like Melissa, getting close to Jarrod was impossible. However, all women had at some point imagined themselves like Cinderella, always waiting for a prince to come and rescue them.

Melissa poured another glass of wine and handed it to Jarrod.

This time, Jarrod didn't take the glass but looked up.

Jarrod fixed his eyes on Melissa's face. As if under a spell, he lowered his head and drank the wine directly from the glass she held in her hand.

Melissa turned around, preparing to refill the wine.

A loud crash of breaking glass broke the silence.

Jarrod snatched the glass from him forcefully. He then grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the couch.

The abruptness of the action left Melissa a little scared as she looked at Jarrod with wide eyes.

Jarrod's cold countenance seemed to undergo a sudden transformation.

In a hoarse whisper, he murmured in Melissa's ear: "Nicole... Nicole..."

He didn't say anything else, he just said Nicole's name. He continued repeating Nicole's name, his voice rough and seductive.

Jarrod was slightly intoxicated at the time, and the deep affection in his eyes was almost irresistible.

Even though Jarrod said another woman's name, affection enveloped Melissa like a net descending from the heavens, trapping her. She was willing to be taken as another woman.

Disregarding the danger that loomed for Jarrod, Melissa boldly reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, and slowly leaned in, bringing her scarlet lips closer.

The distance between their lips was reduced to the width of a finger. Close enough to feel each other's breath.

Melissa's fragrance made Jarrod wrinkle his brow. The scent was strange and vulgar, unlike Nicole's.

Jarrod pushed Melissa away and turned toward the couch, massaging his temples with slender fingers.

Melissa was taken aback, but she refused to let this precious opportunity slip away. If Jarrod became intimate with her, he could escape the company of those stout, smelly old men. Maybe he would even take her.

Steeling herself, Melissa began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her tender skin. Little by little he knelt before Jarrod.

As soon as he extended his slender fingers, Jarrod's voice turned icy.

“Get lost!”

Melissa's jaw dropped. The sound of breaking glass echoed in his ears.

A shard of glass whizzed past Melissa's face, crashing into the LCD screen behind her, shattering into pieces.

Jarrod wiped his cloudy eyes, his voice like that of a frozen ogre. "Out!"

The look on his face was so horrifying that a chill ran down Melissa's spine, making her legs weak.

Without even being able to get dressed, Melissa hurried out.

As soon as Melissa managed to escape, Jemma gave her a quick kick. “You fool, do you honestly think that man would carry you off just because he took one look at you?”

Kneeling on the floor, Melissa trembled and replied, "Jemma, I never entertain that idea."

«Humph! "You've tried and now you give up." Jemma pulled out a wad of cash and threw it in Melissa's face. “If you can't cover tonight's losses, I won't let you escape!”

At the staggering amount, Melissa was so terrified that tears ran down her face. He kept bowing in supplication. «Jemma, I realize my mistake! Please have mercy."

Melissa knew she couldn't afford that amount.

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