“Jarrod, lower your voice!" Doreen caught sight of Roscoe approaching from the corner of her eye, stirring a pang of guilt within her.

"Did you feel comfortable with him serving you?" Jarrod looked at Nicole and asked abruptly. His focus was solely on her.

Doreen was puzzled, about to respond when a sudden cough interrupted.

"Ahem..." Nicole's cheeks flushed as she coughed continuously.

Jarrod, offering a pat on Nicole's back, commented coldly, “No rush.

We're just getting started..

His words held a meaningful message.

“Ewww..."" Suddenly, Nicole retched.

Jarrod's expression darkened.

The next instant, Nicole vomited.

Nicole's vomiting was so severe that Jarrod was splattered with it.

The undigested food was evident in the mess.

Jarrod's expression turned grim.

"Sorry, I..." Nicole managed to say between gasps, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach.

But she was unable to continue as she vomited once more. "Ugh!"

She quickly stood up, covered her mouth, and dashed to the restroom.

Jarrod, now smelling of the vomit, looked visibly upset.

A waiter approached and suggested, “Sir, we have facilities here where you can freshen up. There's a room available for you to change."

Jarrod, his expression unchanging, nodded in agreement. Once he received some clean clothes, he went to change, his mood clearly soured.

Doreen too decided to change her outfit.