To her dismay, it was someone she didn't want to see.

"Nicole, it's been a long time," the man said with a sleazy smile on his face. It was Kieran, a figure from her past she had hoped to forget.

"How did you locate me?" Nicole warily asked.

“I have my ways," Kieran creepily answered. He then held out a bouquet of flowers and added, “I've missed you."

“Leave this instant. We're not close." Nicole pushed the door close.

But then, Kieran's expression abruptly changed. He kicked the door open, forcefully shoved a bouquet of flowers into Nicole's face, and venomously said, "Stop acting hard to get, you ungrateful woman! I've come to claim you!"

Before Nicole could react, he pinned her to the ground and violently tore her clothes.

Nicole fought with all her strength, but he was too strong. She couldn't even do anything when he ripped her clothes apart.

Soon, she lay bare.

Out of desperation, Nicole sank her teeth into Kieran's carotid.

Just then... Boom! A thunderous crash reverberated through the room.

A powerful kick had sent Kieran hurtling backward.

Surprised by the sudden turn of events, Nicole gazed at the intruder in a daze.

Jarrod stepped into the room, one step at a time. His gaze was cold and ruthless, like a malevolent spirit from the depths of hell.

"Nicole, you astounded me."

Jarrod's pitch eyes seemed to cut through Nicole's disheveled clothes.

He knelt down slowly, his icy fingertips lightly grazing her bruised skin before suddenly pressing hard.

"Ah..." Nicole cried out, her face turning ashen.

Jarrod's grip didn't lighten. His hand's veins stood out as he pressed harder as though he was trying to obliterate the marks with his own force.

His voice was low and tense as he spoke.