Then she turned around and strode out of the building as fast as she could.

Nicole had no idea that Jarrod had been standing on the other side of the door, watching everything through the peephole.

He thought that Nicole really had no self-esteem. Even though she was thrown out of the door naked, she was not embarrassed at all. She even put on her clothes casually as if no one was around.

When Jarrod's eyes landed on the hickeys on Nicole's body, his eyes darkened. Suddenly, he was aroused. He had the urge to have sex with her again.

But before he could do anything, he felt a pair of soft hands resting on his back. Then a sweet voice sounded.

“Jarrod, why are you standing here?"

Jamie's hand wandered across Jarrod's muscular back, and it slightly unsettled Jarrod.

The truth was Jarrod's back was a roadmap of ugly scars. It was not exactly what one would expect behind that good-looking face of his.

Jamie was not a fan of his scars either. But Jarrod's face, skills in sexual intercourse, and gentleness made Jamie easier to accept that.

How good was Jarrod to Jamie anyway?

Jamie believed that if any harm came to her, he would not hesitate to protect her.

Few wouldn't fall for a loyal guy like Jarrod who was handsome and skilled in bed.

At the thought of this, Jamie felt she had hit the jackpot.

If it were not for that stupid woman, Jamie might not have even given Jarrod a second glance back then, not to mention saving him.

Now that she thought of it, she supposed she owed that woman a thank-you note.

The Powell family was on the decline, and it was Jarrod who gave them a leg up in Ardlens.

So, hanging on to Jarrod was not an option. It was necessary.

With all these in mind, Jamie wrapped her arms around Jarrod from behind and nestled her face against his back, feeling the man's warm body and the rousing desire inside him.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a cheery smile. Suddenly, her gaze fell on Jarrod's neck, and her expression shifted.

“What's this? Who did this to you?"