Vicki staggered to Jarrod and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his slim waist. She murmured, "Jarrod, you didn't even call me. Aren't you worried I might find someone else while I'm out having fun?"

Jarrod raised an eyebrow and challenged, "Would you?"

Blushing, Vicki responded flirtatiously, “You know who I am, don't you?"

Jarrod reassured her with a smile, "I have faith in Mrs. Schultz."

Their wedding date was set for three months from now.

The mention of "Mrs. Schultz" made Vicki's legs weak. She held onto him tightly, fitting snugly against him. “Jarrod, you really are..."

Jarrod gave a faint smile. "You don't like it? Should I stop calling you that?"

"No!" Vicki playfully hit him and said, "Of course I love it, you rascal."

"Get in the car." Jarrod courteously opened the car door for Vicki.

The Hampton family paved the way for Jarrod's regained control over the Schultz Group.

Initially, Vicki's father had been adamant about severing ties with the Schultz Group and Jarrod, but Vicki wouldn't hear of it. She cried, made scenes, and even threatened to take her own Life.

Jarrod had never made such extreme demands himself, but Vicki went as far as to slit her wrists to force her father to save Jarrod. She was hopelessly in love with Jarrod.

However, Jarrod's position at the Schultz Group was still precarious, with many shareholders opposing him. So, he intended to use their upcoming marriage as a strategy to manage some dissenting shareholders.

In Ardlens, many socialites aspired to marry Jarrod, but Vicki was the most manageable and naive.

After climbing into the car, Vicki unabashedly wrapped herself around Jarrod like an octopus, snuggling deeply into his embrace, all in full view of the driver. "Jarrod, I miss you so much."

Jarrod laughed. “We just saw each other at noon."

“I miss you every minute we're apart, uncontrollably so." Vicki seemed to have had too much to drink, as she was exceptionally talkative tonight, each word saturated with affection.

Jarrod reclined in his seat, silent, leaving it unclear whether he was truly Listening.

The ride was too comfortable. Claiming fatigue, Vicki fell asleep.

Feeling her steady breathing against him, Jarrod emotionlessly shifted her aside, his face settling into a mask of cold detachment.