Jarrod's heart seemed to soften again.

He held her in his arms and recalled the time when they first met.

At that time, Nicole was different. She had a plump and sexy figure.

She was perfect in his eyes.

But now, she was very skinny. She was so thin that he could even feel her bones. When did she start to become like this?

Jarrod was so lost in thought that he didn't notice he had fallen asleep, too.

It was the first time they slept in the same bed without doing anything. They just slept quietly.

At dawn, Jarrod was suddenly awakened.

When he found that Nicole was in his arms, a rare look of panic and confusion appeared in his eyes.

He got out of bed, feeling like he was not sober enough. Otherwise, how could he do something like this? He hated Nicole, and he shouldn't feel pity for her.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with a handful of cold water. Then, he stood in the smoking area and smoked alone.

"Jarrod..."

A sweet voice sounded behind him.

Jarrod spun around to find Jamie standing behind him. Thinking she might not appreciate the smell of his cigarette, he snuffed it out and tossed it.

A wave of relief washed over Jamie when she saw what he had just done. She was confident that Jarrod would not blame her for anything, even if she had done something as extreme as killing Nicole.

“Why are you here?" Jarrod asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Jamie lifted the thermal pot in her hand.

"I made you some breakfast.

It's your favorite seafood soup."

Jarrod's eyes twinkled. During his challenging times abroad, Jamie's homemade soup had been his sole comfort.