Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200:

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Having always been spoiled and arrogant, however, Vicki had never done anything scandalous.

But more often than not, people like her were capable of doing things that would shock everyone if they felt betrayed.

Jarrod's charter flight had already taken off.

Jarrod sat in the seat and looked at a picture of a man and a woman. The woman was eating with her head down while the man served her food. They looked warm and cozy, like a couple.

He had guessed right. Nicole had run off with Roscoe. His blood boiled in an instant. Nicole did not hesitate to destroy him and herself in order to escape her clutches and be with Roscoe.

“Wonderful, Nicole!” Jarrod blurred out.

Suddenly, there was a sharp crack. The phone in Jarrod's hand shattered. The sharp shard from the LCD screen cut his hand and blood immediately spurted out.

A chilling smile spread across Jarrod's handsome face. His scholarly demeanor was gone, replaced by a menacing coldness.

This time, Jarrod swore he would never let Nicole go again. He would break her wings so she could never fly again.

Nicole finally finished the scarf she had been knitting for days.

He had Roscoe try it on. Roscoe was tall and had a long neck.

I hadn't calculated the length correctly, so it was too short.

She wanted to take it apart and knit it again. However, Roscoe liked it so much that he didn't want to take it off just yet. He said he would take it off later when he got back.

Nicole didn't argue with him and let him put it on.

They agreed to visit the town today, as it was the town fair.

At night there would be lanterns and the inhabitants of the different villages had set up stalls, which created a festive atmosphere.

When they arrived at the town, Nicole was tempted by the snacks they saw at the various stalls.

But because he had a weak stomach, he couldn't eat too much. Roscoe allowed him to try a small amount of each food.

She loved mochi. However, it was sticky and hard to digest. So after letting her digest a piece, Roscoe took the rest and gobbled it down.

They had no idea that a pair of deep, cold eyes had been watching their playful dispute over food not far away.

Nicole didn't notice them watching her as she stomped on Roscoe's foot in irritation, exclaiming, "Why didn't you just buy your own?"

"Eating yours is tastier," Roscoe replied cheekily, popping another piece into his mouth.

Turning around, Nicole walked away, declaring, “Now I’m really angry.”

Deep down, she knew Roscoe was only mindful of her stomach's sensitivity. He was joking.

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