Jarrod met Roscoe's gaze with a frown. He was about to speak when Nicole suddenly slapped his chin, interrupting him. She asked impatiently, “Are we leaving or not?"

Her slap left a conspicuous red mark on Jarrod's chin. But Jarrod didn't get angry at all. He just hummed in acknowledgment.

Then, a gleam of light flickered in Jarrod's eyes. He looked at Roscoe and asked, "Are you coming down?"

Roscoe glanced at Nicole, shrinking in Jarrod's arms. He replied in his usual voice, "No."

Then, Roscoe stepped out of the elevator. As he walked out, the corner of the carryout bag in his hand brushed against Nicole's leg.

But no one noticed it.

Nicole saw tofu pudding in the bag. And she knew it was from a stall near the hospital where she once stayed.

She had tasted it many times because Roscoe used to buy it for her when she was hospitalized. However, she was in Hilpton now. That stall was seventy kilometers away from here. Did he go all the way out to purchase it only because of her liking? Besides, it only took him half an hour to travel back and forth. How did he do it?

Suddenly, Nicole didn't dare to think further. She lowered her head to hide the expression in her eyes.

Before the elevator doors closed, Jarrod suddenly looked down and rested his chin on Nicole's head. He said, "I will punish you well later."

Jarrod's voice was loud enough for Roscoe to hear. He looked back.

Jarrod had his head down, so he didn't see it. But Nicole did. And she saw from Roscoe's look that he was heartbroken. It was like a burning heart forcibly pressed into the bottom of a deep pool and sealed in ice.

At the thought of this, Nicole shivered. Her body turned cold and stiff in an instant.

Jarrod felt this change. He tilted Nicole's head to make her look at him. The corners of his mouth twitched before he asked, "What are you thinking?"

This time, the elevator doors closed.

It was only then that Nicole came back to her senses. She stared at Jarrod, and the corners of her mouth raised. "I'm thinking about how to kill you."

Jarrod seemed pleased by her words. He put her down, pressed her against the elevator wall, and pushed her slightly with his long legs.

He said ambiguously, “You can actually start killing me now."

Leaning against the elevator wall, Nicole stared straight into his eyes and said, "That's boring, Jarrod. Letting you die too easily is no fun."

A light flashed in Jarrod's eyes. The corners of his mouth curved into a wicked smile. He said in a husky voice, "Then, what will be interesting?"