Jarrod's face contorted in anger. She was always speaking of death, like she was anticipating her demise.

Suddenly, he pinned her beneath him, his hands planted on each side of her. He gritted his teeth. "So should I kill you right here?

Right now?"

Nicole was taken aback for a few seconds. He could never keep his word. He just said he wouldn't do anything to her, and now he was pinning her down. Her face scrunched up in disgust, not bothering to hide her distaste.

Jarrod, who had always been pursued by countless women, had never experienced such humiliation.

After staring at her for a while, he grabbed her face again, kissing her harshly. Nicole lay there helplessly. Her eyes stayed open, filled with pure and endless disgust and hatred.

He drew back after a while and stared at her coldly. "I told you not to provoke me, didn't I?"

Not being able to take it anymore, she had a breakdown. Tears spilled from her eyes, staining her cheeks.

Her hand was held tightly by him, and she couldn't break free.

Everything felt like a nightmare to her. Her willpower drained slowly.

She couldn't stop her body from shaking. She stared at him helplessly.

"Please... Just kill me..."

Nicole found herself enveloped in the suffocating embrace of Jarrod.

Nicole's warm tears seeped into the very core of Jarrod's being, gradually softening his once cold and ruthless heart.

The sorrow that enveloped Nicole seemed contagious since Jarrod felt his heartache intensifying.

His slender fingers clung tightly to her, the pressure turning them almost ghostly white. It took him a while to muster the strength to speak. "I won't let you die. Don't even entertain the thought."

Drained of strength, Nicole couldn't muster a retort. Her body succumbed to weariness, and she drifted into slumber within the safety of Jarrod's arms.

Moonlight spilled into the room through the window, casting a gentle, greyish veil over everything.

As Jarrod held Nicole and listened to the rhythmic cadence of her breathing, he couldn't help but let his true feelings surface.

“Nicole, I want to be good to you again. I am pathetic, right?"