Chapter 181

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A palpable tension quickly enveloped the room.

However, Nicole remained oblivious, her spirits sky-high as she jovially indulged in drinks with Deniz, Korbin and the rest.

Her flirtations came effortlessly, her seductive gaze enhancing her charm far beyond that of those waitresses.

In the end, Deniz lost self-control. He was willing to risk everything for Nicole's whims.

Overcome by desire, Deniz pulled Nicole and pressed her against the sofa.

The other drunks, driven by jealousy and alcohol, clumsily approached.

«I love her too.

«Deniz! Sharing is fair, don't you think?

Their lascivious smiles transformed into a predatory leap toward Nicole.

Bang! A bottle thrown at Deniz's head interrupted the chaos.

In a split second, a trickle began to sprout from his scalp.

Deniz's blood soon splattered onto Nicole's face, turning her stomach.

Without having ingested anything before, Nicole's retching brought her only the vile taste of blood.

Deniz's head was a bloody mess, his blood mixing indistinguishably with hers.

Clutching his head, Deniz cursed furiously: “Who hit me? Who is the bastard?

Another blow followed.

Deniz was beaten once again.

Her screams filled the room.

The other two men collapsed, their cries for safety filling the air.

«Security... Where are the guards? Where are they…?”

Jarrod, wiping the wine stains off his hands, stood up with a bottle of red wine in his hand and roared at them: "Fuck you!"

Confused, those men could not understand Jarrod's rage.

However, deciphering his anger was less important than escaping. They supported each other, stumbling out.

The waitresses also dispersed.

Jarrod then advanced towards Nicole.

Nicole leaned back on the couch, grimacing unwaveringly at the sight of Jarrod.

Splash! Jarrod doused Nicole with the red wine, erasing the blood that wasn't his.

With a firm grip, he grabbed her chin.

Jarrod gritted his teeth and growled, "Have you come to your senses yet?"

“Ahem…” Choking on the red wine, Nicole was speechless and her response was a coughing fit.

“Nicky?”

The pressure of Jarrod's hand increased, apparently intent on crushing his jaw.

«Nicole, you really are extraordinary, aren't you? How can you be so shameless?

“Isn't this exactly what you want, Mr. Schultz?”

Upon her return, Jarrod had looked for every way to degrade her.

Nicole was taken aback by Jarrod's current fury.

At the same time, a searing pain gnawed at his stomach, contorting his face in agony.

Clutching her stomach, fighting against the intoxication and pain, Nicole managed to say: “Is there no recognition for a person as obedient as me?

You are very mean, Mr. Schultz.

"Be quiet!"

Jarrod's hands showed prominent blue veins. He took off his suit jacket and put it on Nicole.

Seeing this, Nicole scoffed, “Ah, Mr. Schultz, do you want to fuck me too?”

His hand rose to count, though his mind swam in a haze.

«You'll have to join the queue then. Deniz, Korbin, and… There are five before you.

At that moment, Jarrod seethed with rage.

He shouted in frustration: "Enough, Nicole!"

Nicole stammered, “If that's your wish, you'll have to pay, Mr. Schultz!

Everyone has given me money. "Now it's your turn."

Jarrod's rage erupted like a volcano, boiling to the top of his head.

A cold mask replaced his handsome face.

«Do you want it that much? Very well, I will please you.

Jarrod then removed his jacket with the ferocity of a wild animal.

Anger blinded him. There was no trace of pity in his gaze. His only thought was to make Nicole suffer.

Anger consumed Jarrod, overshadowing his genuine emotions.

Once again, he let himself be impressed and convinced by a woman as humble as her.

What nonsense.

Her grip tightened, her teeth sinking into Nicole's neck viciously.

He laughed silently at himself for falling into Nicole's trap again.

This heartless creature who had betrayed, hurt, and deceived him was now mocking him even more!

He decided that this time he would not let her go lightly.

At the very least, he should witness the torments of hell.

Nicole, enduring the burning torment in her stomach, gritted her teeth in defiance.

«Is that as far as your skill extends, Mr. Schultz?

Resorting to such rude actions towards women, eh?

Jarrod snorted contemptuously at her words.

«It was rumored that you had fallen in love with a man. Is that so?

Nicole came to her senses abruptly and immediately denied it: “No, that's not true.”

Jarrod's sneer deepened as he probed, "Is that man Roscoe Watts by any chance?"

Nicole's body immediately tensed at the sound of her name.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed and a flash of jealousy betrayed his cold demeanor.

He dressed quickly after concluding his business. Looking at Nicole, he suggested, "Shall we see him now?"

Nicole's expression froze at his words. Struggling to maintain his composure, he clarified, “Jarrod, Mr. Watts is simply my doctor, nothing more.

Please don't cause him any distress."

Jarrod's gaze was icy as he replied, "Mr. Watts?" Well, I wouldn't have thought you preferred younger men.

«Enough, Jarrod! Have you gone crazy? Nicole burst out.

“Lose your mind?” Jarrod's voice was biting.

"We'll see how crazy I am when we meet Mr. Watts."

Then he picked up his suit from the floor, wrapped Nicole in it, and slung her over his shoulder.

Nicole resisted in vain, shouting: “Jarrod, you monster! "Let go of me."

Ignoring her protests, Jarrod put her in the car and sped off to the hospital.

Coincidentally, Roscoe was attending his shift in the emergency room, oblivious to the impending storm.

Nicole, overcome by a sinking feeling, implored Jarrod again: “I told you, there is nothing between Mr. Watts and me. I swear".

Jarrod looked at her agitated features and snapped, “Save your lies!”

The next moment, he dragged Nicole to the emergency room.

Bang! Nicole fell to the ground.

Roscoe, alarmed by the commotion, rushed to Nicole's aid, asking worriedly, "Nicole, are you okay?"

"Mr. “Watts, we barely know each other,” Nicole whispered, avoiding his contact.

Roscoe was surprised by his rejection, but when he saw Jarrod everything fell into place.

In a professional tone, he asked, "How can I help you, miss?"

Nicole pulled her suit tighter around herself, revealing bruised legs.

He remained silent.

Jarrod's voice was laced with malice as he turned to Roscoe.

“Can you heal a torn wound?”

Roscoe met Jarrod's mocking look with detachment.

"Of course.

Jarrod's smile twisted as he dared.

«Then examine it. "I'm looking forward to witnessing it."

"First I'll prepare an infusion for the patient and then I'll tend to the wound," Roscoe declared, typing on the computer before telling Jarrod, "You can bring the medicine now."

With a cold smile, Jarrod left.

Roscoe kept his distance and chose to stay by the computer. He asked Nicole, "How can I help you?" What do you want me to do?

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