Jarrod set aside his financial reports, commanding, "Get her some porridge."

Alec departed to carry out the instruction.

Nicole, unable to mirror Jarrod's calm demeanor, pressed him, "Jarrod, what do you mean by all this?" Jarrod had promised she could see Roscoe, yet here she was, left waiting. And why was he arranging for porridge to be made? What was happening?

With Jarrod remaining mute, Nicole's patience snapped. “The schemes that landed you in jail were all my work. If you're seeking vengeance, direct it at me. Leave those who are blameless out of it. You must be aware that there is nothing between Roscoe and me."

Nicole was desperate to make clear the nature of her relationship with Roscoe. She was aware that her current predicament could spell trouble for anyone connected to her. She was acutely aware of Jarrod's tendency for spite and vindictiveness.

As Jarrod sat there, silent, Nicole's unease mounted. She hastened to add, "Valentine's Day was a mix-up. It wasn't a date..."

Her voice broke into a fit of coughing.

When Nicole finally caught her breath, Jarrod chose that moment to speak, his tone relaxed. "You're quite the chatterbox, aren't you? Starting to feel scared?"

Jarrod spoke slowly, his presence always feeling a bit intimidating.

Nicole confronted Jarrod firmly, pressing her lips together. "Jarrod, I was behind the evidence presented by Roscoe. Now that you're back, if you have any complaints, they should come to me."

Just then, a waiter knocked and entered with a bowl of porridge and some sweet side dishes.

Jarrod's face showed no emotion as he said, "Sit down and eat."

Nicole thought Jarrod had lost his mind during his time away. Did he really expect her to sit down and eat? And with Roscoe missing, how could she even think of eating?

The worry was clear in Nicole's eyes as she replied icily, “Jarrod, I need to see Roscoe."

Previously, Nicole would have never brought up Roscoe in front of Jarrod, fearing Jarrod's volatile reactions.

This time, however, Jarrod was surprisingly calm, maintaining his composure as he softly suggested, “Eat first and then we'll talk. Don't you realize you have a sensitive stomach?"

This did nothing but heighten Nicole's anxiety. She clenched her teeth, her frustration growing. "I won't eat. I'm not hungry. You promised I could see Roscoe if I came here."

The mention of Roscoe's name again made Jarrod turned frosty. He tapped his fingers on the table, his voice cold as he warned, “I'll say this one last time. Eat your meal, or else..."

He stood up and walked over to Nicole, towering over her. “I wouldn't mind feeding you myself."

“I eat, and then you let me see Roscoe?" Nicole asked, taking a step back with a hint of caution. "Can I trust you, Jarrod?"