The only thing clear to Jarrod was their shared moment over breakfast.
Leaning casually against the door, Jarrod fiddled with his cigarette, probing with a smile, âRoscoe, you know Nicole.
Why act as if you donât?â
Without glancing up, Roscoe responded honestly, âGiven her four monthly hospital visits, sheâs hard to forget.
I asked her once if she needed to call the police, but never again.
â
Jarrod was taken aback.
Nicoleâs frequent hospital visits were news to him.
His encounters with her were intense, consumed by passion, leaving him uncertain if her discomfort was a result of their intimacy or something deeper.
Preferring not to see her face, to spare himself the distress, he would ask her to turn away each time.
Jarrod had more questions for Roscoe but was interrupted by an attractive nurse who approached Roscoe.
âDr.
Watts, itâs for you.
â
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Roscoe remained still, and noting Jarrodâs idleness, he suggested, âYou might consider purchasing some liquid nourishment like porridge for your girlfriend.
Sheâs had nothing but an apple since noon.
â
Jarrod was stunned.
He did not deny the term âgirlfriendâ.
Exiting the room, he instructed Alec to purchase some porridge.
Once acquired, Jarrod placed the steaming bowl on the bedside table near Nicole.
Nicole, slightly drunk though not noticeably so, jerked her head away in a startled motion as Jarrod approached.
âWhat are you doing?â
Jarrod had intended to procure a new set of clothes for her and even considered asking Alec to drop some off.
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However, the thought of Roscoe prompted a change of heart.
Bowing his head, Jarrodâs warm breath brushed against Nicole as his hand roamed without restraint.
Leaning in, he murmured, âI want you.
â
âJarrod, choose the time and place wisely for your advances.
This is a hospital,â Nicole chastised, gripping his hand firmly.
But her strength was no match for his.
She glared, issuing a warning, âIf you dare to cross the line, I willâ¦â
âWhat will you do?â Jarrod retorted, pinching Nicoleâs cheek, causing her Lips to pout and teeth to flash in protest.
His gaze grew heavy.
He hadnât found satisfaction in the chamber earlier, and her involuntary pout seemed alluring to him.
Nicole winced from the pinch, her tolerance evident in her furrowed brow.
Observing her usual furrowed brow, Jarrod felt a twinge of compassion.
Yet, his sympathy waned as he recalled her repeated deceptions.