âDo you really plan to go out like this?â Jarrodâs eyes were cold and sharp.
âWhat are you so eager to do?â
Nicoleâs heart sank, sensing his suspicion in his words.
She straightened her back and declared, âThereâs nothing I need to do, Mr.
Schultz.
This is your home, and since you and Miss Hampton are about to get married, itâs inappropriate for me to stay here.
â
âInappropriate?â Jarrod swirled the whiskey in his glass and sneered, âWhen you ki*sed me last night, you didnât seem to think it was inappropriate.
Now you find staying here for a while is inappropriate, Miss Lawrence?â
He stressed âMiss Lawrenceâ with a slow, mocking tone, mirroring her earlier formality when she had referred to him as âMr.
Schultz.
â If she wanted to play the part of strangers, he was willing to play along.
Nicoleâs cheeks flushed slightly.
She didnât recall much from the night before, but Jarrodâs words stirred faint memories.
At that moment, she fully grasped getting drunk wasnât the scary part but the aftermath.
Despite having been forced to consume the doctored drink, she couldnât deny her actions.
Nicoleâs voice softened.
âI apologize for my behavior while I was not somber.
â
âNo need for apologies,â Jarrod replied coldly.
âI donât accept them because I donât offer second chances.
â His tone was unyielding.
Realizing he was intentionally complicating matters, Nicole looked up.
âThen what do you want?â
Jarrod responded not with words, but by pulling out a small camcorder and tossing it onto the bed.
Nicoleâs expression shifted dramatically.
It was her camera set up in the chamber.
How did Jarrod get it? Had Jemma handed it over to him?
Nicole quickly dismissed the thought.
She refused to suspect Jemma, despite their brief acquaintance.
For some reason, she just didnât think Jemma would betray her.
If Jemma had wanted to harm her, she had plenty of earlier opportunities.
There was no reason to wait until now.
So it must have been something that Jarrod had come up with himself.
Nicole was surprised at Jarrodâs perceptiveness.
He had accurately predicted that she would use the mini camera to record Doreenâs and Vickiâs bullies against her.
Nicole reached for the camera, but before her fingers could touch it, she was stopped by his taunting voice.
âItâs already useless.
â
Looking over, Nicole noticed the storage card was missing.
Clearly, Jarrod had no intention of returning it after viewing its contents.
After all, the evil-doers captured by the camera were his cousin, his fiancée, and his future brother-in-law, people deeply connected to him.
He wouldnât let them face any repercussions.
Facing Jarrod, Nicole said, âSince youâve removed the storage card, I take it youâve seen everything on it.
â
âYes, I have,â Jarrod admitted openly.
âDid you hear what your fiancée had said?â Nicole, noticeably emotional, pressed him for an answer.
âAre you certain sheâs the right choice to be Austinâs stepmother?â
Actually, Jarrod had been firm in his decision after viewing the recording.
But just then, Nicoleâs murmured words from the previous night echoed in his mind.
Even in her unconscious state, she murmured Roscoeâs name.
Jarrod then recalled Nicoleâs indifference to him, scheming against him relentlessly, her determination to bring him down evident.
Thus, when it was time to speak, Jarrod changed his words.
His voice was cool and detached as he replied, âIt doesnât have to be her.
Any woman can fill the role of stepmother for Austin.
Since no one will love him as their own, I might as well choose someone who benefits me the most.
â
It was a cruel statement to make.
What kind of father would consider using his child merely as a tool for personal gain?
Nicoleâs anger flared, and she snapped, âJarrod, have you lost your mind?â