“Apart from sleeping with you, what else could I possibly want?"

His words might have been flippant, but Nicole felt anything but embarrassed. She knew firsthand how much more shameless Jarrod could be behind closed doors, especially in bed.

With a stern expression, Nicole reminded him in a hushed voice, “Behave yourself. We're in a hospital."

Jarrod just arched an eyebrow, with lust dancing in his eyes.

“And?

So what?"

"No, not here. My father's right here. We can't..."

Nicole's eyes turned red with tears. Instead of showing any sign of pity for Nicole, Jarrod gripped her even harder.

"You!" Nicole took a sharp breath and shot a warning look at Jarrod.

Jarrod, still wearing that unsettling smile, gripped Nicole even more and sardonically asked, "What's the matter?"

Despite the pain, Nicole managed to suppress herself from letting out a cry of pain.

She pulled herself together and implored in a trembling voice, "Please, Jarrod... Don't do this... Not in front of my father.

Her pleas only fell on Jarrod's deaf ear. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Why? Don't you like it?"

Nicole's cheeks flushed. However, it was not from pleasure but from humiliation at what they were doing in her father's presence.

“Jarrod, how can you be so shameless? You jerk!" she burst out.

He dared to do this to her even with her father lying here.

Nicole's words struck a chord, and Jarrod's expression shifted in the blink of an eye. He yanked his hand back and shoved her aside.

The force of his push sent Nicole falling onto the floor.

Jarrod stood up and casually wiped his hands with a tissue. Then, he looked down at her and said with a voice dripping with disdain, "If you don't want to do it, fine. I'll come see your dad once he's awake. Oh, and one more thing..."

He suddenly took out his phone, as if he was going to take a few pictures of Nicole as she collapsed on the floor.