She was uncertain how much longer she could endure without the painkillers.
Yet, she knew she had to persevere until her fatherâs surgery.
She refused to suffer from Jarrod any longer.
âI wonât let you touch me again,â Nicole asserted, clutching her torn clothes, her complexion ghostly from pain.
Jarrodâs irritation flared at her resistance His voice was icy, âDonât think Iâll be moved by your act of pity.
â
Then, he pressed on her cruelly, and Nicole felt as if her organs were squeezed hard in her chest.
Suddenly, blood spurted from Nicoleâs mouth, splattering across Jarrodâs white shirt.
The sight visibly unsettled Jarrod.
For a moment, his heart seemed to falter, realizing it was Nicoleâs blood.
âWhy are you bleeding like this?â Jarrodâs voice lost its cold detachment, sounding strained.
Nicole, with a bitter smile and blood at the corner of her mouth, responded, âItâs not unusual for someone with cancer.
â
Jarrod couldnât fathom her claim as truth, suspecting she was mocking him.
Seeing his shirt was soaked with blood, Nicole expected anger from Jarrod.
Unexpectedly, he just stood up and hurried to the bathroom.
Emerging from the bathroom, Jarrod carefully moved Nicole into the bathtub.
As he began to remove her clothing, Nicole momentarily froze before pushing his hands away.
Jarrod embraced her tightly, trying to soothe her, âStay still.
Youâre in no state to do this alone.
Let me help you clean up.
â
Nicole, however, resisted, adamant in her refusal.
âI donât want your help,â she said, her voice tinged with revulsion.
In her eyes, Jarrod was nothing more than a womanizer.
Despite her protests, Jarrod seemed unfazed.
Jarrod wouldnât stop what he was going to do, even if she hated it.
His resolve was unshaken, be it having s@x with her, sharing a bath, or the prospect of starting a family together.
His tone was icy as he issued a warning, âIf you donât stop struggling, Iâll do it right now.
â
âHow can you be so vile?â Nicole retorted, her disgust palpable.