"Do you know what I hate the most? It's when other people touch my toys."

Jarrod looked at Nicole with gloom in his eyes. He stretched out his long arm and took a bottle of champagne from the wine rack. His handsome face was filled with cruelty.

"Since you are dirty, I must disinfect you."

Suddenly, Nicole's mind went blank again.

When she came back to her senses, she roared angrily, “Jarrod, are you crazy? Let go of me!"

Jarrod sneered, pressed his long legs against hers, and said coldly, “What do you think?"

While still pressing Nicole's head against the glass, Jarrod's slender fingers pressed the champagne's cork down and shook it vigorously, waiting for the fine bubbles to rise.

Nicole's eyes widened. Fear surged up in her heart. She cursed, “Jarrod, you are a fucking crazy dog!"

He was actually worse than a crazy dog. How could she be obedient to him if he was like this?

Suddenly, there was a plop.

The champagne lid had already popped out.

The pungent alcohol spurted out and sprayed onto Nicole's head, face, and body. Her eyes were hit by the liquid, making her feel like she was going blind.

Every hair on her body was stimulated to stand up.

Behind her, Jarrod smiled sinisterly. He looked like the devil from hell.

He was happy to see her pale expression. Seeing her look miserable, all the malice was revealed in his eyes.

“We are just getting started. Please bear with me."

Nicole tried her best not to cry. But at this moment, tears streamed down her pale face uncontrollably. She just couldn't stop them from falling. Her legs went so weak that she knelt in front of the French window and leaned against the transparent glass for support.

Jarrod's apartment was on the eighth floor, which was not very high.

When she looked down, she saw the security guards patrolling the alleys.

She wished they would raise their heads and look up. Then, they would see what crazy things were happening beside the window.