Nicole felt a frigid aura swept around her. She blushed and tried to run out of bed only to be caught by her waist by Jarrod effortlessly.

He pulled her back toward him, holding her tightly.

He could feel her trembling. “I'm not doing anything to you today.

You should get used to having me around and quit resisting."

He knew if he let her be now, she would develop an attitude of always challenging him. It was just Like training a pet. A stick and a carrot.

"Once you're recovered, we will continue to have sex. Don't think about resisting me then. Behave, and you won't have to suffer. Got it?"

It was one of the first times Jarrod spoke that long, especially in such an understanding and coaxing tone. He had exercised a lot of patience.

Their bodies were pressed together tightly with Jarrod's arms around her.

Nicole was too exhausted to try to resist. All she could do was just let him hold her.

A while passed, and she murmured, "Jarrod... What could I do to make you let me go?"

Behind her, Jarrod played with a strand of her hair, sifting them between his fingers. Her question made him pause. “Not even possible until next life." Truthfully, if there was a next life, he hoped they wouldn't be entangled like this. He was also tired.

"Forget about it in this life," 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, “Jarrod, why don't you kill me? You hate me so much. Won't it make you happier if you kill me and feed me to the dogs or wolves or something?"

Jarrod turned her over, making her face him. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear to see her face better. "Do I look like some sort of ruthless murderer?"

"No..." Nicole began. "You're not even human. You can't be... You're some sort of despicable beast. If you were normal, you wouldn't sleep with another woman while having a fiancée. Do you have the slightest idea how disgusted I am by you?"

Jarrod grabbed her face angrily. "Well, you'd better learn to Live with that disgust because I never let you go."

"I'm aware... I'm still breathing, aren't I? How could you possibly let me go when you haven't destroyed me yet?"

Jarrod's mouth fell open, but he didn't say anything.

"Jarrod, I don't even want a tombstone after my death. I don't want you to harass me."