Doreen glanced flirtatiously at Roscoe and asked, “Roscoe, could you fetch my change of clothes for me?"

Roscoe observed Nicole's red lips as she indulged in the Shrimp and Grits, savoring them as if they were the most delectable delicacy in the world. He felt a surge of discomfort.

With a smile, Roscoe took the key and departed.

Jarrod's gaze lingered on Roscoe. Roscoe appeared much calmer and more composed than before.

Loosening his tie, Jarrod regarded Doreen with an expressionless gaze.

"Doreen, it's fine to enjoy his company, but don't get too attached.

He's not worthy of you."

At that moment, Nicole's grip on her spoon tightened.

Doreen was visibly upset by the comment. She sulked. “Jarrod, please don't speak ill of Roscoe. He's a true gentleman and treats me well.”

Their acquaintance was barely a day old.

Roscoe had hardly talked, being cold to Doreen.

Yet, love often colored one's perception, leading to self-deception.

Jarrod raised an eyebrow, glanced at Nicole, who was focused on her meal, and inquired, "Really? How exactly has he been treating you well?"

Caught off-guard, Doreen feigned bashfulness. “Jarrod, you're being too nosy. Why must you know everything?"

Jarrod, toying with a cigarette, responded quietly, “If it makes you happy, then let it be. But remember, men Like him won't just be with you. They'll be with others too."

“Jarrod, what are you referring to?" Doreen feared Roscoe might overhear Jarrod's remark. Moreover, there were other people present.

She disliked Jarrod's disparaging remarks about Roscoe.

Nicole's hands clenched tighter, her discomfort growing since she felt repulsed by Jarrod's attitude.

Observing Nicole's strained hands, Jarrod talked softly, "Thinking an illegitimate son can join our family is wishful thinking on his part.

He is fortunate enough to spend some time with you."