A while passed, and she murmured, âJarrod⦠What could I do to make you let me go?â
Behind her, Jarrod played with a strand of her hair, sifting them between his fingers.
Her question made him pause.
âNot even possible until next life.
â
Truthfully, if there was a next life, he hoped they wouldnât be entangled like this.
He was also tired.
âForget about it in this life,â Jarrod added.
The next life⦠Nicole felt everything was closing in on her.
And the reason was the man behind her.
It was too much.
She just wanted immediate death so she could be free.
Exhausted, she said in a hoarse voice, âJarrod, why donât you kill me? You hate me so much.
Wonât it make you happier if you kill me and feed me to the dogs or wolves or something?â
Jarrod turned her over, making her face him.
He gently tucked her hair behind her ear to see her face better.
âDo I look like some sort of ruthless murderer?â
âNoâ¦â Nicole began.
âYouâre not even human.
You canât be⦠Youâre some sort of despicable beast.
If you were normal, you wouldnât sleep with another woman while having a fiancée.
Do you have the slightest idea how disgusted I am by you?â
Jarrod grabbed her face angrily.
âWell, youâd better learn to live with that disgust because I never let you go.
â
âIâm aware⦠Iâm still breathing, arenât I? How could you possibly let me go when you havenât destroyed me yet?â
Jarrodâs mouth fell open, but he didnât say anything.
âJarrod, I donât even want a tombstone after my death.
I donât want you to harass me.
â
Jarrodâs face contorted in anger.
She was always speaking of death, like she was anticipating her demise.
Suddenly, he pinned her beneath him, his hands planted on each side of her.
He gritted his teeth.
âSo should I kill you right here? Right now?â
Nicole was taken aback for a few seconds.
He could never keep his word.
He just said he wouldnât do anything to her, and now he was pinning her down.
Her face scrunched up in disgust, not bothering to hide her distaste.
Jarrod, who had always been pursued by countless women, had never experienced such humiliation.
After staring at her for a while, he grabbed her face again, ki*sing her harshly.
Nicole lay there helplessly.
Her eyes stayed open, filled with pure and endless disgust and hatred.
He drew back after a while and stared at her coldly.
âI told you not to provoke me, didnât I?â
Not being able to take it anymore, she had a breakdown.
Tears spilled from her eyes, staining her cheeks.
Her hand was held tightly by him, and she couldnât break free.
Everything felt like a nightmare to her.
Her willpower drained slowly.
She couldnât stop her body from shaking.
She stared at him helplessly.
âPlease⦠Just kill meâ¦â
Nicole found herself enveloped in the suffocating embrace of Jarrod.
Nicoleâs warm tears seeped into the very core of Jarrodâs being, gradually softening his once cold and ruthless heart.