Jarrod's sneer quickly replaced the lust in his eyes.

He bent down and grabbed a box of pills covered in strange words.

Holding it up, he said, "This is what you're after."

His voice was resolute.

Nicole's eyes widened in recognition. This was the medication for the mental illness she had been searching for.

In front of her, Jarrod defiantly put two capsules into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Suddenly, he grasped Nicole's chin and kissed her forcefully, spilling the powdered contents over her.

"Hmm..." Nicole tried to resist, but his grip was too tight.

She had to extend her leg and give him a strong kick. But the moment she did, he pinned her down, and she tumbled to the ground.

Nicole landed on a soft Persian carpet. Though it cushioned her fall, the position was still humiliating and invasive.

Jarrod kissed Nicole with an urgency that seemed like he wanted to claim her completely.

Nicole bit his lip hard, but he seemed unfazed, biting her back in return.

The pain brought tears to Nicole's eyes and made her gasp.

Jarrod continued, unrelentingly sucking on her wounded Lip.

With a lustful gaze, he licked her blood off his tongue.

Nicole felt disgusted. She wanted no physical connection with this man. Turning her face away, she exclaimed heatedly, "Get out! You bastard!"

However, Jarrod gave a twisted smile and rasped lustfully, “If I hadn't taken the medicine to control myself, I wouldn't just want to sleep with you now. I'd want to strangle you first, and then fuck you!"

Nicole's widened in disbelief. Did he intend to assault a lifeless body? How could he utter such horrifying words? Only someone who was truly deranged could say something like that. It seemed likely that Austin would struggle to be like everyone else if he grew up with Jarrod.

Feeling desperate, Nicole fought back and said, "Then kill me, or I will go to the police and accuse you of rape!"

Blue veins bulged on Jarrod's forehead, and his handsome features twisted into a look of rage, indicating he was about to explode.