Chapter 285

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Jarrod reached out, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and said vaguely, "I want to know, too."

Nicole's smile froze. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something.

But he realized that he had no words.

On the contrary, Jarrod was smiling. He was in a good mood.

But when he accidentally touched the ring on her pinky, his expression changed.

Last time at the detention center, those two women stomped on the back of Nicole's hands. He had broken the bone in his little finger. It had already healed, but the scar was still evident. Nicole was afraid that her parents would be worried when they saw her, so she covered it with a ring.

After a while, Jarrod whispered, “Trust me. "I made a promise and I won't break it."

His intention was to seek justice for Nicole. But his promise gave her goosebumps.

The hands on his lap clenched slightly. She dodged his play and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Mr. Schultz, I'm not sure I'll still be alive when you take care of your future brother-in-law..."

Before she could finish her words, Jarrod leaned in and kissed her lips.

But his cold lips did not go deeper. He only kissed her lightly.

Then, he looked at her and asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

Nicole was too shocked to say a word.

I really wanted to smash Jarrod's head in with a hammer to see what the hell was on his brain.

How could he take her sarcasm as jealousy? It was driving her crazy.

Nicole wiped her lips vigorously. It was as if he wanted to tear the skin off the part he had touched.

Jarrod's handsome face immediately darkened.

He took her hand, pressed it to his chest, and leaned toward her.

This time, his kiss was a little ruthless.

His tongue opened her mouth and teeth. He gave her a strong French kiss.

He didn't let go of her lips until she moaned in pain.

Nicole's strength was no match for a powerful man like Jarrod.

His fight was nothing to him.

His kiss was becoming more aggressive, and his growing desire seemed to give him a dangerous signal. She already knew what would happen next.

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