Of course, Jarrod sensed the sarcasm in her words. His handsome face darkened at once.

However, Nicole didn't show any sign of fear. “Mr. Schultz, since you are so obsessed with my body, why don't you make it into a mummy after I die?"

At this moment, Jarrod could no longer restrain his emotions. He instantly went berserk. Why did Nicole always talk about her death?

He didn't understand why Nicole was acting like this. Was it only because she hated him?

Suddenly, he reached out, pinched Nicole's slender neck, and forced her to look up at him. He said in a chilly voice, "Do you really want to die?"

Jarrod's body still emitted the faint fragrance of his shower gel.

This was actually Nicole's favorite scent.

But at this moment, she felt disgusted with it, thinking it was a smell of a scumbag.

Her stomach churned, but she endured it. She said word by word, “What I mean is I will never be your mistress, even if I die. Just thinking about it already disgusts me."

Jarrod's temples throbbed. He asked fiercely, "Do you really think you can resist me?"

"Who do you think you are? Are you so powerful that you can stop a person from dying?" Nicole retorted indifferently.

Jarrod was furious, and he didn't intend to hide it. He wished he could teach Nicole a lesson. How could she keep provoking him by mentioning death?

Nicole's face was deathly pale. She was like a delicate doll that could break into pieces with a slight touch.

Despite his fury, Jarrod couldn't find a way to vent his anger.

In a desperate move to silence her from talking about death, he lowered his head and kissed her violently.

His thin Lips were cold. He bit her lips hard to vent his anger.

Nicole's stomach churned violently. A wave of nausea engulfed her, and she could no longer suppress it.

She suddenly pushed Jarrod away, ran to the trash can, and threw up.

But she hadn't eaten anything, so she could only retch.

For Jarrod, her reaction was an extreme humiliation.