Jamie pressed, “Why did you bring her?"

“You were sick, so I brought her to take care of you."

Jarrod looked toward the car with a cold expression.

"You can come out now."

He didn't reveal his true intentions. Secretly, he wished he could keep Nicole tethered to him.

Reluctantly, Nicole exited the car, aware of Jarrod's twisted mindset.

Jarrod, ignoring her, embraced Jamie and headed for the elevator.

Nicole had no option but to trail behind.

Once inside, Jamie kissed Jarrod in front of Nicole.

After leaving the key, Jarrod left to shower, seemingly averse to the scent enveloping him.

Left in the living room were Jamie and Nicole.

Jamie arrogantly instructed Nicole, "Go and peel some fruit for me.”

Nicole dutifully went to the kitchen, fumbled with a fruit knife, and began to peel. She arranged the fruit on a plate and set it before Jamie in the living room.

But Jamie didn't eat. Instead, she taunted Nicole.

“Didn't Jarrod bring you here to serve me? Where's your servitude? Shouldn't you kneel and feed me?"

Nicole realized then why Jarrod brought her along. He was to make her receive humiliation at Jamie's hands.

But suddenly, an idea struck Nicole. She grasped a fruit fork, knelt before Jamie, and offered a smile.

“Of course, let me feed you."

As the fruit neared Jamie's lips, Nicole stood abruptly, locking her arm around Jamie's neck, the fork poised at Jamie's artery.

“Ah! Jarrod! Help!" Jamie's scream echoed, drawing Jarrod out, clad only in a towel.