Nicole took great pleasure in seeing them fight each other and suffer the consequences of their actions.
Jarrod easily understood her little tricks.
The funny thing was that while he was racking his brain on how to treat her well and make her stay by his side, she was scheming on how to hit him where it hurt the most and how to deliver the fatal blow.
With narrowed eyes, Jarrod scoffed.
âYou went through all this trouble just to get me imprisoned, didnât you?â
Jarrodâs dark eyes glittered dangerously, as if one look could destroy the light in someoneâs eyes.
Nicole was not intimidated, her expression calm as she remarked, âMr.
Schultz, you must be tired of acting alongside me.
â
In fact, the reality had finally dawned on Nicole.
Jarrod was also acting.
Otherwise, how could he have so much knowledge of her plan to steal the documents? Logically speaking, Jarrod should have caught her red-handed when she handed the files to Lowe.
Unfortunately, he hadnât expected he would pass out in the bathtub, which allowed her to escape.
Jarrodâs present composure showed that he was confident he was in control of the entire situation.
Nicole smirked to herself.
This man was about to pay the price for his arrogance.
Nicole extended her hands and fixed Jarrodâs suit, as if brushing off some dust, and taunted, âYouâre a very talented actor, Mr.
Schultz.
Putting the effort into you was worth it.
â
Jarrod didnât smile or display any annoyance.
His expression instantly turned stony.
Stepping forward, he extended his arm and gently grabbed Nicoleâs chin.
There was a chilly undertone to his voice as he said, âNicole, Iâm giving you one last chance.
If you declare that youâre willing to stay with me and will never get involved with other men againâ¦â
Jarrod paused, his expression saying that he was making a big sacrifice.
His fingers gripped her chin tighter and he enunciated each word forcefully, âIâll let this matter go.
â
Nicole felt that Jarrodâs brain was malfunctioning.
Things had reached this point, yet he was still speaking so unrealistically.
Even if she had said so, could her words be trusted? Was there any meaning of the vows or promises made between two people with such deep-rooted animosity?
Their relationship was like a shattered mirror.
No matter how hard they tried to fix it, the cracks remained, making the person Looking in the mirror appear ugly.
âLet the matter go?â Nicole reined in her anger, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed her fury as she spat out, âTell me, Jarrod.
How should I get even for my fatherâs death? I wish you were dead, but you stand in front of me and tell me to let it go?â
âNicole, I didnât have any hand in your fatherâs death, and I never sent anyone to deliver that document to him,â Jarrod protested.
He wasnât a man who usually explained himself, but that incident from years ago was his biggest regret.
If Wesson hadnât died, they wouldnât be such bitter enemies now.
If it had only dawned on him earlier that his love for Nicole was greater than his hatred, perhaps their relationship could have been salvaged.
Unfortunately, it was too late now.
Nicole laughed humorlessly and remarked, âYou want to pin the blame on Jamie, donât you?â
Jarrod didnât reply, but his eyes said everything he wanted to.
âIf it werenât for you, would Jamie hate me so intensely? Would the thought of harming my father even cross her mind?â Tears dripped down Nicoleâs face as she laughed while recalling the past, her heart clenching painfully.
âJarrod, this is karma.
Meeting you was the biggest mistake of my life!â Nicole declared.
Jarrod finally understood.
There was no way for them to reach a consensus, no chance to reconcile.
Nicole only desired his miserable end.
At that moment, the door was thrown open with a loud bang.