GoodReadThe informant tracking Jarrod relayed to Jamie, "Mr.Schultz has just entered the Oasis Apartment."
Jamie was livid at this.
Bang! The sounds were thunderous as Jamie wrecked her room, shattering furniture and electronics in a fit of rage.
Exhausted, Jamie slumped to the floor, her heart racing with anxiety.
Jamie had noticed Jarrod's growing indifference toward her.
Jarrod's visit to Nicole the night before their wedding only intensified her fears.
It seemed he would continue to have an affair with Nicole even after he got married.
Jamie knew deep down that Jarrod's feelings for her were more obligation than love.
But what if Jarrod eventually found out she wasn't the one who truly saved him back then? How would he treat her then? Jamie
vividly remembered Jarrod's cold, ruthless behavior toward Nicole.
Unlike Nicole, who shared a past with Jarrod, Jamie had deceived Jarrod from the start.
The sense of duty binding Jarrod to her seemed to be weakening.His compensations and avoidance of discussions about having
their children all hinted at his desire to reduce her to a mere figurehead in the Schultz family.
Jamie could accept that.
After all, Jarrod's wealth was more than she could ever spend.
However, the possibility of Jarrod finding out Nicole was the one who saved him back then terrified Jamie.
Consumed by fear, Jamie retrieved her phone from the floor, dialed a number, and gave a chilling order, "During the wedding
tomorrow, send out the information."
At that moment, Jamie's eyes glinted with malevolence like a scorpion poised in a pool of poison.
She was resolute in finishing Nicole.
At the Oasis Apartment, Nicole had finished packing, ready to leave tomorrow morning.
She had kept her promise, staying in the Oasis Apartment until the last night before Jarrod's wedding.
After her shower, Nicole checked her father's health indicators for the day.
Everything appeared stable.
The renowned surgeon Jarrod had arranged was set to consult with her father tomorrow, with plans to schedule surgery.
This doctor's success rate was notably high, so Nicole felt hopeful about her father's upcoming operation.
The operation was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoonthe day after tomorrow.
Her father would attend the Lawrence Group's dismissing event tomorrow morning.
As the Lawrence Group was closing down, Nicole's father, concerned about his long-time employees, wished to personally bid
them farewell.
The door beeped as it opened.
Jarrod entered, noticing a suitcase in the living room.
He was frustrated at the sight of it.
Nicole was truly ready to leave.
He cracked open the bedroom door, glimpsing Nicole's silhouette on the bed.
This only heightened his irritation.
Ironically, whether he married or not, it seemed to make no difference to Nicole.
She appeared content, unaffected by the events around her.
Jarrod quietly undressed and slipped into bed beside her.
Nicole, half-asleep, thought she was still dreaming when she sensed Jarrod's presence.
She had taken a sleep aid to ensure a restful night for the busy day ahead.
Her mind was still foggy.
Turning around, she saw Jarrod's face close to hers.
She thought she saw him in her dream.
Her expression was one of clear distaste as she murmured, "Ugh!"WIG Hte AD fits dt PGP am TR rar rerit How could she see
this demon even in her dream? It was truly bad luck.
Jarrod's expression darkened at her reaction.
In a punitive gesture, he pinched her sharply, causing her to wince.
Nicole's eyes shot open, and upon realizing it was Jarrod pinching her, her confusion turned to anger.
"Jarrod?"
Recognizing that it was indeed him, her anger flared.
How could he, on the eve of his wedding, be in her bed? Frowning, she questioned him, "Why are you here? Our agreement is
over, isn't it?"
Their agreement had been clear.
It would end upon his marriage.
She regretted her habit of not locking the bedroom door, a necessity due to Jarrod's past behavior.
Locking it only led to break-ins and punishments.
Reluctantly, she had stopped locking the door so that he could come in easily.
She had no choice.
After all, this was his home.
If not for her need of medical assistance from him, she would have thrown him out long ago.
Jarrod turned over, grasping her chin firmly, his voice heavy with suppressed fury, “Am I married yet?"
Nicole was at a loss for words.
Then, he began to remove her pajamas.
Nicole was appalled by his audacity.
"Stop!" she cried, struggling.
"Don't touch me!"
But Jarrod, tense and resolved, restrained her, preventing any movement.
In desperation, Nicole headbutted him.
Thump! Nicole used all her strength, her head throbbing with pain.
Jarrod paused, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
"You are quite the fighter, aren't you?"
Jarrod remarked coldly.
Sitting up, he flicked a lighter, its blue flame casting shadows on his chiseled face.
With a cigarette between his lips, collar undone revealing his collarbone, he exhaled smoke.
"Are you trying to nullify our agreement?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Nicole, perplexed and on edge, fixed her gaze on him.
Her earlier resistance was purely out of instinctive.
She loathed the thought of having sex with him.
Despite knowing Jamie might learn everything, she couldn't bear it, yet felt powerless to stop him.
"Never mind.Since you're unwilling, consider our agreement Iended ahead of schedule,"
Jarrod stated indifferently.
Jarrod stood, slipping on his coat, his silhouette like a demon coming to life.
Nicole hurried to him, grasping his hand.
"Jarrod, you can't break our agreement!"
His eyes, dark and unfathomable, replied coldly, "Didn't you want it to be over and done with?"
Nicole, her lips pressed tightly, grasped his intent.
With a mix of anger and sarcasm, she shot back, “Jarrod...Aren't you satisfied with Jamie? Or have you developed a taste for
me?"
Jarrod raised an eyebrow.
"You think too highly of yourself."
Nicole retorted, fueled by his provocation, "You're the one who's given me this confidence."
In defiance, she ran her fingers over his abs, taunting him, "Mr.Schultz, is this what you're after?"
Her actions and words were a bold challenge to his pride.
She sneered, "What difference does it make? Once sleeping with you, ten times makes no difference to me."
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