Nicole turned her gaze to the hot water running from the tap and, as if possessed, reached out and held her hand under it.

In a matter of seconds, her palm was burned crimson.

She was like a machine that couldn't feel pain. Even as her palm was being scalded by the hot water, all she could do was numbly watch.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Jarrod appeared.

In front of him was the sight of Nicole standing there like a broken puppet, not knowing how to retract her hand from danger.

With his heart leaping to his throat, Jarrod rushed forward and grabbed her hand out of the water. “Are you crazy?"

His touch made Nicole, who seemed to be in a daze till now, explode like a lit firecracker.

In her struggle to shake him off, she ended up accidentally knocking herself on the sink.

Tension was written all over Jarrod's face as he hurriedly approached her to check if she was hurt.

But before he could touch her, Nicole shot him a wary look like an alarmed cat with its fur standing on end. "Get out of here!"

Then, regardless of his presence, she once again turned on the hot water and continued to wash her hand under it.

With a glint of coldness in his eyes, Jarrod grabbed her hand and turned on the other tap. Then, he firmly held her hand under the cold water.

Nicole finally looked up at Jarrod and said through gritted teeth, “Jarrod, don't you understand? I need to clean this hand completely!

It's dirty because you touched it."

“Dirty?" Jarrod breathed incredulously, his patience wearing thin.

Grabbing her from behind, he forced her to raise her head and look at their intertwined figures in the mirror.

"Take a good look. Can you see clearly? You are now in my arms. I'm the one who changed your clothes. You feel dirty because I touched you?" Jarrod's eyes were clouded with a mixture of gloom and fury.

He said word by word, “So do you want to kill me or yourself?"

Nicole's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at the mirror. Tightly restrained by Jarrod's grip, she couldn't move at all. At the moment, every fiber of her being was filled with disgust. Even his warm breath on her neck felt like an invasion of space.

Having reached the peak of her anger, she could no longer control herself. She turned her head and bit into Jarrod's arm fiercely.