Jarrod seemed to relish her silence. He gripped the back of her neck and turned her over, forcing her to meet his gaze in a highly humiliating position.

Then, in a cold tone, he asked, "Why did you have your hair cut?"

He was referring to his promise of marrying Nicole when her hair reached her waist.

Although he now viewed her with disdain and had no intention of marrying her, Jarrod detested it when others broke an agreement first.

He believed that he should be the one to break it.

He was the only one who could crush her beneath his feet, as opposed to her current tactic of provocation with the haircut.

Nicole swayed unsteadily and stammered, "It was troublesome."

Maintaining her long hair was no longer a priority for her, but that wasn't the main reason.

Nicole didn't intend to provoke Jarrod. She had long given up on any hopes or fantasies.

“Troublesome?”

Jarrod snorted coldly, his grip on Nicole's arm tightening. He pressed his knee against her, causing her to arch her back and grimace in pain. Yet, Nicole Looked more alluring in such a position.

Jarrod was somewhat aroused. He gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are the trouble that needs to be solved."

Nicole could sense that Jarrod was deliberately trying to humiliate her. She shot him a glare in the mirror and urged, "Could you please hurry? I can't afford to provoke Miss Powell. If she finds out, I'll be the one in trouble."

Jarrod couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Why should I care about you?"

He wouldn't feel at ease until she suffered.

Nicole knew this devil wouldn't listen to reason. ALL she could do was grit her teeth and endure it.

However, today, he seemed exceptionally ruthless, as if he had been suppressing his anger for over two decades, and now he was ready to unleash it all on her.

Seeing the pain etched on her face in the mirror, he showed no mercy.

He said coldly, "You would better be an obedient little dog and remember who your master is."