The next thing he knew, he was forcefully ejected from the room.
On the couch, the young woman trembled like a frightened bird.
When she laid eyes on Jarrod, a spark of hope ignited within her.
âJarrod, thank God youâre finally here!â she exclaimed.
âYes, I apologize for being late,â Jarrod responded.
Gazing at Melissaâs face with deep affection, Jarrod treated her with a tenderness that resembled his interactions with Nicole.
Consequently, tears welled up in Melissaâs eyes.
ALL at once, Jarrodâs hand hung suspended in the air, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly.
Perplexed, Melissa experienced a sharp pain in her chin.
Jarrod fixed Melissa with an icy stare and grasped her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze.
âSave your tears.
â
Melissaâs tears failed to mirror Nicoleâs when she wept.
Melissaâs chin throbbed from Jarrodâs tight grip as if it teetered on the verge of being crushed.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and Melissa shivered under the weight of his cold demeanor.
Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.
Jarrod scrutinized Melissaâs face with care.
It was her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Nicoleâs.
Both of them possessed captivating eyes.
Nicoleâs eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.
In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a persona of submission and flattery.
Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissaâs were steeped in sycophancy and compliance.
Melissaâs eyes mirrored Nicoleâs to an uncanny degree, yet their personalities stood worlds apart.
After enduring the pain for an extended period, Melissa felt she had reached her limit.
If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush her chin.
Just before she could utter a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.
Melissa crumbled weakly to the floor, her heart racing with a frantic tempo.
She considered herself fortunate that her chin wasnât made of plastic.
Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.
Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a cold command, âFetch the wine.
â
Trembling, Melissa poured the wine.
Jarrod downed glass after glass with effortless ease, quickly finishing two bottles.
The wine packed quite a punch.
As the alcohol began to take its toll, Jarrodâs vision blurred, and Melissa before him increasingly resembled Nicole, who once spent days and nights by his side.
Jarrod muttered, âNicole⦠Nicoleâ¦â
It wasnât the first time Melissa had heard that name.
From the very first time Jarrod had ordered her to spend the entire night with him, she was forbidden to utter a word.
He simply gazed at her face.
He forbade her from displaying any emotion.
No laughter, no tears, and certainly no sound was allowed.
Back then, she had understood that she must remain silent.
Making a sound would shatter the illusion that she resembled that woman.
Jarrodâs lids drooped, and he possessed deep-set eyes.
His Lashes werenât particularly thick, but they were long, and his neatly trimmed hair gave him a suave, icy charm.
There was no denying that men like Jarrod exuded undeniable masculinity.