Although only one of her eyes was visible, her allure remained unbroken. Nicole wrapped her arms around Jarrod's neck, nibbling on his ear, and purred, "Jarrod, I'm already in the hell."

Since the moment Jarrod ceased to love her. Since the moment Jarrod loved another. Since the moment Jarrod allowed others to belittle her.

Every second was a living nightmare for her.

The hospital bed creaked rhythmically.

In a haze of pleasure and agony, Nicole felt as if she were on the brink of death.

Yet, she realized she was still alive.

Jarrod gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

His shirt was immaculate, his forehead scar making him look menacing, almost villainous.

"Concentrate on your task," he commanded.

He then bit into her neck, his breath reeking of iron. A trace of insanity tinged his voice.

Nicole grinned.

“Jarrod, you're falling short... It's painful."

With a scoff, Jarrod wasn't buying her act. He extended a hand to hit the call button beside the bed, laughing like a madman.

“Enjoy a thrill, do you? Let's summon some people and see whether I'm doing well."

To his surprise, Nicole wasn't backing down. She latched onto his arm and countered, “Sure, why don't you invite your fiancée over?"

His forehead veins bulging, Jarrod was visibly annoyed. He harshly clamped a hand over her mouth, swearing, “You're out of your mind, aren't you?"

Bang! Someone knocked on the door.

A nurse's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Patient in bed 212, how may I assist you?"

She repeated her call three times, but received no reply, only indistinct romantic noises.