“Security... Where are the guards? Where are they...”
Jarrod, cleaning his hands of the wine stains, rose with a bottle of red wine in
hand and roared at them, “Fuck off!”
Confused, those men couldn't comprehend Jarrod’s rage.
However, deciphering his anger was less important than escaping. They
supported each other, stumbling out.
Those barmaids scattered as well.
Then, Jarrod advanced toward Nicole.
Nicole reclined on the sofa, her sneer unwavering at the sight of Jarrod.
Splash! Jarrod doused Nicole with the red wine, erasing the blood that wasn't
hers.
With a firm grip, he seized her chin.
Jarrod's teeth clenched as he growled, “Have you come to your senses yet?”
“Ahem...” Being choked by the red wine, Nicole found herself speechless, her
response coming only as a fit of coughs.
“Nicky?”
The pressure of Jarrod's hand increased, seemingly intent on crushing her jaw.
“Nicole, you truly are remarkable, aren't you? How can you be so utterly
shameless?”
“Isn't this exactly what you desire, Mr. Schultz?”
Upon his return, Jarrod had sought every way to degrade her.
Nicole felt baffled by Jarrod’s current fury.
Simultaneously, a searing pain gnawed at her stomach, contorting her face in
agony.
Clutching her stomach, battling both intoxication and pain, Nicole managed to
say, “No recognition for such an obedient person Like me?
You're quite mean, Mr. Schultz.”
“Shut up!”
Jarrod’s hands showcased prominent blue veins. He stripped off his suit jacket
and draped it over Nicole.
Witnessing this, Nicole sneered, “Ah, Mr. Schultz, do you also want to fuck me?”
Her hand lifted to tally, though her mind swam in a haze.