Chapter 112

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Test your limits carefully, Nicole, Jarrod warned, his expression fierce.

Nicole laughed even more, seemingly amused by his frown.

«For the next three years, you will not be able to tie the knot. Even if I am not noble, I refuse to be anyone's lover.

Jamie pretended to be Jarrod's wife just to humiliate her.

But Nicole had no intention of playing along. She wouldn't become the woman everyone despised.

Jarrod lost his cool.

«And who do you think you are exactly? Whether I get married or not, you are still obliged to entertain me.

«Jarrod, this is not discussed. You won't let the Lawrence family go, and if we can't we can find a middle ground.

Nicole's voice became soft but unwavering.

"Let's fight to the death!"

A laugh erupted from Jarrod, disturbing even from a distance.

He delighted in her words.

Deliberately, he said, “You have my word.”

After saying that, he walked over and stretched out his hand.

Without thinking twice, Nicole grabbed it and jumped from the window, landing firmly in her embrace.

He walked a few steps before throwing her on the bed. He pinned her down and snapped: “You're asking for trouble. Prepare for a miserable life.

He swore to make him suffer the hell he had known.

Any trace of warmth disappeared from Jarrod's voice, leaving her cold.

He leaned toward her and whispered pointedly, "Welcome to my hell, Miss Lawrence."

Although only one of her eyes was visible, her charm remained intact. Nicole wrapped her arms around Jarrod's neck, nibbling on his ear, and purred, "Jarrod, I'm already in hell."

From the moment Jarrod stopped loving her. From the moment Jarrod loved another. From the moment Jarrod allowed others to put her down.

Every second was a living nightmare for her.

The hospital bed creaked rhythmically.

In a haze of pleasure and agony, Nicole felt like she was on the brink of death.

However, he realized that she was still alive.

Jarrod grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

His shirt was immaculate, the scar on his forehead gave him a menacing, almost villainous look.

"Concentrate on your task," he ordered.

Then he bit her neck, his breath stank of iron. A trace of madness tinged his voice.

Nicole smiled.

"Jarrod, you're falling short... It's painful."

Grimacing, Jarrod didn't believe his performance. He reached out a hand to press the call button next to the bed, laughing maniacally.

«Do you like strong emotions? "Let's call some people and see if I'm doing it right."

To his surprise, Nicole was undeterred. She grabbed his arm and replied, "Sure, why don't you invite your fiancée?"

With the veins on his forehead bulging, Jarrod was visibly upset. He covered her mouth with his hand and said, "You're crazy, right?"

Bang! Someone knocked on the door.

A nurse's voice came from the other side of the door.

«Patient in bed 212, how can I help you?»

He repeated his call three times, but received no answer, only indistinct romantic noises.

The nurse's cheeks turned pink before she left.

Nicole laughed and said, “Jarrod, you're so scared. You've even locked the door.

Although her teasing behavior infuriated him, Jarrod could not deny the pleasure of their sexual relationship.

He recognized that Nicole had a certain charm when she behaved like this.

"I won't let myself be defeated," Nicole announced confidently.

Arching an eyebrow, Jarrod scoffed.

“I can’t wait to see you crawling.”

What he didn't expect was that he would never witness Nicole begging for mercy.

He had assumed that three years would be enough to break her, but they didn't last even half that long.

That day, as Nicole lay limp in his embrace, he found himself willing to trade his own life for hers.

Love, once deep, now masked by senseless animosity, fueled his destructive tendencies.

In the office of the CEO of the Dixon Group.

Matteo recounted his talk with Raegan at the hospital.

Mitchel's gaze became intense.

"Investigate every detail."

As Matteo was about to leave, Mitchel intervened: "Take away all the made-up stories about that birthday celebration."

On the way out, Matteo collided with Kyle and pushed him aside.

"Kyle, bring the security footage from both sides of the door to the president's office on the day of the conference."

Kyle's expression remained stoic despite a moment of inner turmoil.

«Sure, Matteo».

Shortly afterward, Kyle sent a copy of the security footage to Matteo.

Matteo posed another question: "Has it been a challenge serving Miss Murray lately?"

Kyle dismissed the concern.

«No, it's nothing important. "I'm here to lighten the CEO's load."

Matteo nodded.

"Mr. Dixon has instructed that you are no longer subject to Ms. Murray's orders. "You can continue working in the company."

"Because?" Kyle inquired immediately.

"Have you changed your mind about returning to the company?" Matteo's eyebrows knitted together.

“Not at all,” Kyle was quick to assure.

«It just took me by surprise. That's all".

"I thought you had some kind of attachment to Miss Murray."

Matteo hinted mischievously.

»Attachment»? With her? It's not even likely. He has a terrible character. “I look forward to returning to the company and escaping their wrath,” Kyle replied.

Miss Murray is no longer our concern.

Mr. Dixon has made it clear.

«Understood, Matteo».

After Kyle said goodbye, Matteo looked at Kyle's meticulously combed hair, paused briefly, and headed to his office.

At the hospital later that day, Raegan took a ten-minute walk, courtesy of the nurse's approval.

He unexpectedly ran into Henley.

He was wearing a black sweater and khaki pants, and looked like a college student.

Their gazes met. Henley said, "What brings you back to the hospital?"

His voice was tinged with concern.

“Fertility treatments,” Raegan pointed to her stomach and explained.

"And you?"

Henley pointed to his arm and said playfully, “Physical rehab.”

Hearing this, Raegan's face turned gloomy.

"I'm sorry, Henley," he offered, feeling guilty about his injuries.

Henley shrugged and comforted her, “You have nothing to worry about.

I made this decision voluntarily. Nobody pushed me to do it.

However, Raegan became more melancholy.

“Henley, can I buy you a coffee?”

For some reason, this made Henley slightly uncomfortable, but he consented with a cheerful nod.

After sitting down, Raegan opted for a juice while Henley sipped her coffee.

Henley was distracted by Raegan's beautiful, slender fingers.

A vivid dream flashed through his mind. It was an implausible dream in which Raegan's fingers had left him in the clouds.

How could it be? His search for her was purely strategic.

He despised women. How could he be seduced by one so quickly?

Disturbed, Henley changed the subject.

“Raegan, rumor has it that Miss Murray and her husband will soon share some good news.

What is it about?

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