Jarrod seldom smiled.
The coldness and toughness he emanated made him look indifferent, even when he smiled.
He had a handsome face, but he was like a poison that could be very fatal sometimes.
Jarrodâs smile gave Nicole that goosebumps again.
She turned her face away without responding or smiling.
Suddenly, she felt a cold touch on her face.
It turned out that Jarrod took an iced drink from the car fridge and put it on her cheek to reduce the swelling.
The cold bottle rolled against Nicoleâs face, and Jarrodâs movements were meticulous and gentle.
It was totally different from his usual madness.
Nicole reached out and attempted to grab the bottle.
However, Jarrod held her hand.
He stared at her with sharp eyes.
âDid you hear what I said the other night?â
Nicole looked flustered for a moment.
She shook her head and played dumb.
âWhat did you say?â
Jarrod stared at her, pressed the back of her hand with his thumb, and sneered, âAre you sure you want to play dumb with me?â
That night, Jarrod told Nicole on the bed that he would punish those two women who attacked her in the detention center.
He also said something to her that astonished her.
He said, âNicole, letâs just live like this for the rest of our lives.
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Nicole was wide awake the whole time that night, wondering what Jarrodâs words exactly meant.
Why did he say such words to her?
For her, Jarrod was like a nightmare.
His role in her life was a demon, and he had portrayed it so vividly.
âs BunnyBookery He drove her crazy and pushed her into the endless hell with his own hands.
He watched her struggle in those ordeals coldly.
Nicoleâs only dream now was to escape from Jarrod.
She wanted to live a peaceful and happy life with her parents.
So when she heard that Jarrod was getting married, she was even happier than anyone else.
Finally, she would have her freedom.
But Jarrodâs words now scared the shit out of her.
It was as if he was still unwilling to let her go, even after marrying another woman.
Did Jarrod want her to be a mistress for the rest of her life?
Nicole pursed her lips.
She didnât say anything, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions.
Jarrodâs eyes narrowed.
Since Nicole remained silent, he continued, âYou hate me.
But do you know what is the opposite of it?â
The opposite of hatred was love.
The famous quote said, âLove well, whip well.
â The more he hated her, the more he loved her.
âAre you kidding me? You hate me so much because you still love me?â Nicole asked in disbelief.