Jarrod didn't even try to dodge. He just let her bite him until she was satisfied.

Blood stained the sleeve of his freshly changed shirt, making him look even more fierce. Clenching his jaw, he sneered, “Why do you waste so much energy?"

By this time, Nicole's hospital gown was soaked with water, causing it to cling to her body and show off her graceful curves. Paired with her pale face, she evoked a picture of desolation that was heartbreakingly beautiful to behold.

Her shoulders trembled violently as she said, "Jarrod, you're a pervert! A lunatic! Looking at you makes me want to throw up."

Hearing these words, Jarrod felt an explosion of anger in his heart.

But at the same time, looking at the crumbling expression on Nicole's face, he had no choice but to suppress that anger.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to make her see reason. "Do you remember the first time we slept together? You thought it was because you saw me first and pursued me, right? You're wrong. I noticed you first. It was in an elective class in freshman year. You and your boyfriend at that time sat next to me, always cuddling each other.

Every time I looked at you, I wanted to pin you down right then and there."

Nicole gritted her teeth, listening to the story that she had never heard before.

Jarrod continued, "Did you ever wonder why that boyfriend of yours suddenly broke up with you? I gave his father a million to leave Ardlens with him. After that, I became the student union president so that you would notice me."

His lips curled into a self-mocking smile. Wiping the wet eyelashes of the woman in front of him with his thumb, he spoke again, though more to himself than to her. "You said I'm a lunatic. Well, you're right because what I showed you was a carefully crafted image of myself. I have always been someone who needs to get what I want. I did all this to lure you in, and you fell right into my trap. It was all part of my plan."

Of course, after that, many other external factors had affected his plan. The fall of his family, followed by a series of misunderstandings, had driven Jarrod crazy.

But from beginning to end, he had never stopped loving Nicole for a single second. It was just that his love had been obscured by misunderstanding for some time.

Now, Nicole and Jarrod had been irreversibly wounded, which put them in a situation that was almost impossible to salvage. But so what?

Nicole was the woman whom Jarrod had set his heart on. Regardless of what he had to do or sacrifice, he would never let her go.

But Nicole found Jarrod's speech ridiculous. Pursing her lips in anger, she said, "Jarrod, I can already see you dying a miserable death."

Silence filled the air. Two living people stood in the bathroom, but at that moment, neither of them talked.

The longer Jarrod stared at Nicole, the more he felt his self-control slipping away. Finally, as if a dam had broken, he pinched her waist and lifted her onto the washbasin. Then, he grasped her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her.

Overwhelmed by his sudden advances, Nicole strained to push him away with both hands.

With her resistance, the kiss turned sour. The two people seemed to be engaged in a battle, with one fiercely trying to pry open the other's defenses.