The door beeped as it opened.

Jarrod entered, noticing a suitcase in the living room. He was frustrated at the sight of it.

Nicole was truly ready to leave.

He cracked open the bedroom door, glimpsing Nicole's silhouette on the bed.

This only heightened his irritation.

Ironically, whether he married or not, it seemed to make no difference to Nicole.

She appeared content, unaffected by the events around her.

Jarrod quietly undressed and slipped into bed beside her.

Nicole, half-asleep, thought she was still dreaming when she sensed Jarrod's presence.

She had taken a sleep aid to ensure a restful night for the busy day ahead. Her mind was still foggy.

Turning around, she saw Jarrod's face close to hers. She thought she saw him in her dream. Her expression was one of clear distaste as she murmured, "Ugh!"

How could she see this demon even in her dream? It was truly bad luck.

Jarrod's expression darkened at her reaction.

In a punitive gesture, he pinched her sharply, causing her to wince.

Nicole's eyes shot open, and upon realizing it was Jarrod pinching her, her confusion turned to anger.

“Jarrod?” Recognizing that it was indeed him, her anger flared.

How could he, on the eve of his wedding, be in her bed?

Frowning, she questioned him, “Why are you here? Our agreement is over, isn't it?"

Their agreement had been clear. It would end upon his marriage.

She regretted her habit of not locking the bedroom door, a necessity due to Jarrod's past behavior. Locking it only led to break-ins and punishments.