Teasing was a backhanded compliment, and Nicole had a gift for dishing it out. She threw Jarrod's words right back at him, leaving him dumbstruck.

Actually, Nicole didn't mix it with cold water because Jarrod was still on the road to recovery. If he soaked in cool water, his condition would only worsen. The cool water might only hinder his recovery, and she'd be stuck nursing him. It would only make her plans harder to pull off.

But she was unwilling to assist him in taking a bath, so she decided to give him a little dose of his own medicine. Anyway, it wouldn't cause him any serious harm. It would only make him feel distressed for a while. After all, how much damage could a little bit of heat truly inflict?

The heat in the large bathtub dissipated quickly, as well as their time to talk. At this moment, the water's temperature had already cooled down to only one hundred and eighty degrees Fahrenheit.

Jarrod endured it. He lay there with his eyes closed, not saying anything. His whole body had turned rosy red from the heat, but he never complained.

“Are you kidding? You personally prepared this bath for me. How can I not be satisfied?" Jarrod's voice was calm, but he was obviously enduring. His wound had a fresh scab, and it became itchy when exposed to hot water. The discomfort made him want to scratch it and tear his limb apart.

In a fit of pique, Jarrod reached out his lanky arm and yanked Nicole, who was watching the proceedings with glee, into the bathtub.

"Ah!" Nicole screamed in shock.

The water in the bathtub overflowed from the impact, drenching the floor.

“Jarrod, you bastard!" Nicole roared furiously, her entire body soaked to the bone.

Fortunately, the water had already cooled down a bit. The heat was tolerable.

Nicole wriggled, attempting to sit up, but was yanked down and settled onto Jarrod's lap, his arms snaking around her from the back.

Nicole was so angry that she trembled all over. She grabbed the rim of the bathtub, desperately trying to stand up.

Jarrod just tightened his grasp, pinning her firmly in place. Then, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Didn't you need to assist me in bathing? Just relax, okay? I promise not to behave Like a bastard."

His touch made Nicole's muscles stiffen.

It took her a while to react. She said through clenched teeth, "You jerk!"

But Jarrod just ignored her. The treasure he had longed for was now in his grasp. How could he not be pleased? A contented smile crept across his face. "Whatever you want me to be, I'll be."

For a moment, Nicole's breath caught in her throat. Jarrod's touch sent shivers down her spine. She felt Like countless snakes crawled on her body. It gave her goosebumps.

The steam from the bathtub billowed around the bathroom. Since Nicole was drenched, her nightgown clung to her body, outlining her delicate and perfect curves.

Such an alluring sight caught Jarrod's eyes, and he found it extremely attractive. Instantly, a burning sensation overwhelmed his lower abdomen.