While looking at Jarrod's naked body, her shyness was replaced by a barrage of unspoken expletives. "Jarrod!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth.

"What? Are you not satisfied?" Jarrod coolly raised an eyebrow, his presence imposing.

Nicole was rendered speechless. Was he really out of his mind?

Satisfied with what? Sure enough, Jarrod's craziness should never be underestimated.

Nicole did her best to suppress the urge to throttle Jarrod and said coldly, “Jarrod, I can't help you bathe like this. I mean a normal bath. What do you think of me?"

Jarrod had grown impatient, but he did not want to make more trouble.

So, he suggested, "Wrap a towel around me."

He was making the biggest compromise. Otherwise, why would he take a bath with his underwear on?

Nicole took a bath towel and threw it at Jarrod. But he didn't catch it. Instead, he let it fall to the floor. He raised an eyebrow and ordered arrogantly, "Give me a new one and wrap it around me."

Nicole stood there silently.

Jarrod scoffed. “Since you don't abide by the agreement, I guess I also don't have to, right?"

Nicole was tempted to throttle Jarrod, but she took a deep breath to fight back the urge. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him from behind.

But as she did, her fingers accidentally brushed against his skin.

She felt his tense and tight muscles were as hot as a kiln.

Nicole ensured Jarrod was covered before she looked at him and said softly, "Go ahead. You're ready."

Jarrod glanced at her before stepping into the non-slip mat and easing into the bathtub. When he first submerged himself in the water, he felt like countless sharp needles pricked his skin.

Nicole squatted beside him, pressed his shoulder, and _ said solicitously, "Submerge your whole body. The water's temperature is just right. The doctor said a hot soak is good for you."

Jarrod's brows furrowed tightly. The water's temperature was just right? Damn! It was even too far from warm. It was actually almost scalding. The bathtub was filled to the brim with almost boiling water. There was not a single drop of cold water mixed into it.

Nicole must do it on purpose.

When Nicole saw Jarrod's efforts of suppressing his anger, she relished her moment of victory. She won this round. “Is something wrong? Are you not satisfied with the bathtub I prepared for you?" she asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm.