Something was happening in Chamber Eight.

An overweight elderly man attempted to take advantage of a young woman. Before he could make any progress, a loud disturbance at the door disrupted his vile intentions.

The next thing he knew, he was forcefully ejected from the room.

On the couch, the young woman trembled like a frightened bird. When she laid eyes on Jarrod, a spark of hope ignited within her. "Jarrod, thank God you're finally here!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I apologize for being late," Jarrod responded.

Gazing at Melissa's face with deep affection, Jarrod treated her with a tenderness that resembled his interactions with Nicole.

Consequently, tears welled up in Melissa's eyes.

ALL at once, Jarrod's hand hung suspended in the air, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly.

Perplexed, Melissa experienced a sharp pain in her chin.

Jarrod fixed Melissa with an icy stare and grasped her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. "Save your tears."

Melissa's tears failed to mirror Nicole's when she wept.

Melissa's chin throbbed from Jarrod's tight grip as if it teetered on the verge of being crushed.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and Melissa shivered under the weight of his cold demeanor. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.

Jarrod scrutinized Melissa's face with care. It was her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Nicole's. Both of them possessed captivating eyes. Nicole's eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.

In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a persona of submission and flattery. Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissa's were steeped in sycophancy and compliance.

Melissa's eyes mirrored Nicole's to an uncanny degree, yet their personalities stood worlds apart.

After enduring the pain for an extended period, Melissa felt she had reached her limit. If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush her chin.

Just before she could utter a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.

Melissa crumbled weakly to the floor, her heart racing with a frantic tempo. She considered herself fortunate that her chin wasn't made of plastic. Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.

Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a cold command, "Fetch the wine."