He poured the water liberally, soaking Nicole completely.

Standing there, Nicole was passive, like a lifeless statue, not resisting as the water drenched her completely.

Under her torn coat, a form-fitting black sweater clung to her frame, contrasting strikingly with her pale skin.

Her severe illness had dimmed the radiance of her complexion, making her look more vulnerable. Her slender figure, with its subtle curves and fragile waist, possessed an understated allure.

Her delicate face only added to her captivating presence.

Jarrod, holding the water bottle, tensed, his breathing deepening.

His hand involuntarily moved to her waist and impulsively pulled at her sweater, revealing her pale skin underneath.

Nicole snapped out of her daze, shivering from the cold.

“Jarrod, stop!"

His eyes, cold and furious, bore into her.

"It's only been a few days, yet you've managed to gather eighty million. How busy were you with men?"

Nicole looked away, her silence heavy. She couldn't disclose the source of the money.

Jarrod, interpreting her silence as guilt, felt a surge of anger. His handsome features twisted with disdain.

“Do you have any idea how someone as shameless as you be treated?" he sneered.

He then pushed her against the car's hood, his voice harsh.

"Kneel down!" he ordered, his leg pressing against hers to force compliance.

Nicole knelt before Jarrod, her body weak and pressed against his knee.

Jarrod skillfully undid his belt buckle with a quiet click.

Nicole's face drained of color. She knew what he wanted her to do.

Outraged, she couldn't contain her words.