Jarrod's anger flared up. He said derisively, “Don't you know what kind of a creature you are? Have I ever treated you like a human being? You are nothing but a tool I can use to satisfy my desires."

As soon as he said this, a slap sound echoed in the room.

Nicole slapped Jarrod so hard that his face tilted to the side.

And for her, the crisp sound was satisfying.

Jarrod's face was burning hot. When he was abroad, he experienced unbearable agony. But he had never been slapped by a woman. He couldn't help cursing Nicole inwardly, thinking she was such a bold bitch.

Although he was blindfolded, he couldn't conceal the overflowing hostility in his eyes. He said through clenched teeth, "Nicole, it seems you are really courting death."

But what happened next was something he did not expect.

Nicole suddenly buried her face against Jarrod's chest. Warm teardrops fell on his cold, hardened chest, making him feel like they penetrated his heart.

Then she said between sobs, “Jarrod, I love you so much. Why are you treating me like this? I love you! I love you! Don't you know, you bastard?"

Jarrod froze. He felt like his entire being stiffened.

He couldn't believe his ears. How could she say she loved him? Was she out of her mind? Or was she mocking him?

Jarrod had the urge to tell Nicole to get lost. But for some reason, his lips seemed glued together. He tried several times, but he couldn't open them.

Nicole cupped his face and kissed his lips boldly and passionately.

Then she confessed in her most affectionate tone, "Jarrod, I love you.

I hate myself for still Loving you despite the fact that you love someone else. I can't make you love me. I feel so useless."

Her tears dropped onto his face and slid down to his lips.

He didn't know why, but he felt the desire to taste her tears.

Suddenly, Jarrod was filled with regrets. He shouldn't have given Nicole the chance to control him.

If only he knew it would be too difficult to resist her.

Things shouldn't be like this. He should never let her control him.