Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Nicole’s frame tensed up immediately at the mention of his name.
Jarrod’s eyes narrowed, a glint of jealousy betraying his cool demeanor.
He dressed swiftly after concluding his business. Looking down at Nicole, he suggested, “Shall we go see him now?”
Nicole’s expression congealed at his words. Striving for composure, she clarified, “Jarrod, Mr. Watts is merely my doctor, nothing more.
Please, don’t cause him any distress.”
Jarrod’s gaze was frosty as he replied, “Mr. Watts? Well, I wouldn’t have thought you preferred younger men.”
“Stop it, Jarrod! Have you lost your mind?” Nicole burst out.
“Lost my mind?” Jarrod’s voice was biting.
“We’ll see just how mad I am when we meet Mr. Watts.”
He then scooped up his suit from the floor, wrapped Nicole in it, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
Nicole fought back in vain, shouting, “Jarrod, you monster! Let me go!”
Ignoring her protests, Jarrod tossed her into the car and sped off to the hospital.
Coincidently, Roscoe was attending his shift in the emergency room, unaware of the impending storm.
Nicole, gripped by a sinking feeling, implored Jarrod again, “I’ve told you, there’s nothing between Mr. Watts and me. I swear it.”
Jarrod glanced at her agitated features and snapped, “Spare me your lies!”
The next moment, he yanked Nicole into the emergency room.
Bang! Nicole hit the floor.
Roscoe, alarmed by the commotion, rushed to assist Nicole, asking with concern, “Nicole, are you alright?”
“Mr. Watts, we barely know each other,” Nicole whispered, withdrawing from his touch.
Roscoe reeled from her rejection, but the sight of Jarrod pieced everything together.
In a professional tone, he inquired, “How may I assist you, miss?”
Nicole clutched the suit to herself, revealing bruise-marred legs.
She remained silent.
Jarrod’s voice was laced with malice as he turned to Roscoe.
“Can you treat a torn wound?”
Roscoe met Jarrod’s taunting look with detachment.
“Of course.”
Jarrod’s smirk twisted as he dared.
“Then examine her. I’m eager to witness it.”
“I’ll arrange an infusion for the patient first, then tend to the wound,” Roscoe stated, typing into the computer before instructing Jarrod, “You can fetch the medicine now.”
With a cold smile, Jarrod departed.
Roscoe maintained his distance, opting to stand by the computer. He asked Nicole, “How can I help you? What do you want me to do?”
Nicole remained silent, simply shaking her head in response.
Shortly after, Jarrod entered with medication in hand. Observing the space between Nicole and Roscoe, a flicker of curiosity crossed Jarrod’s eyes.
Jarrod extended the medicine to Roscoe, questioning, “Does she need to start with an infusion or should she be applied with the medicine first?”
Handing the medication to a nurse, Roscoe instructed, “She can apply the medicine at home. Start with an infusion for now Jarrod’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Aren’t you going to apply medicine for her yourself?”
Looking up, Roscoe’s voice was soft but firm.
“No. If you require assistance, the nurse is available.”
Undeterred, Jarrod’s voice carried a hint of implication.
“I’ll take care of the application myself.”
Roscoe appeared not to register Jarrod’s words, turning his attention back to his work as the nurse finished administering the fluids.
Jarrod grabbed a cigarette and glanced at Roscoe from a short distance.
Roscoe, with his good looks and black-rimmed glasses, appeared innocent and non-threatening, much like the campus heartthrob.
A cold smirk crossed Jarrod’s face as he mused over Nicole’s possible attraction to this type of men.
He pondered whether Roscoe had sex before.
He didn’t know whether Nicole and Roscoe had an affair or not.
The only thing clear to Jarrod was their shared moment over breakfast.
Leaning casually against the door, Jarrod fiddled with his cigarette, probing with a smile, “Roscoe, you know Nicole. Why act as if you don’t?”
Without glancing up, Roscoe responded honestly, “Given her four monthly hospital visits, she’s hard to forget. I asked her once if she needed to call the police, but never again.”
Jarrod was taken aback. Nicole’s frequent hospital visits were news to him.
His encounters with her were intense, consumed by passion, leaving him uncertain if her discomfort was a result of their intimacy or something deeper.
Preferring not to see her face, to spare himself the distress, he would ask her to turn away each time.
Jarrod had more questions for Roscoe but was interrupted by an attractive nurse who approached Roscoe.
“Dr. Watts, it’s for you.”
The nurse hastily placed it down and retreated shyly.
Roscoe remained still, and noting Jarrod’s idleness, he suggested, “You might consider purchasing some liquid nourishment like porridge for your girlfriend. She’s had nothing but an apple since noon.”
Jarrod was stunned. He did not deny the term “girlfriend”. Exiting the room, he instructed Alec to purchase some porridge.
Once acquired, Jarrod placed the steaming bowl on the bedside table near Nicole.
Nicole, slightly drunk though not noticeably so, jerked her head away in a startled motion as Jarrod approached.
“What are you doing?”
Jarrod had intended to procure a new set of clothes for her and even considered asking Alec to drop some off.
However, the thought of Roscoe prompted a change of heart.
Bowing his head, Jarrod’s warm breath brushed against Nicole as his hand roamed without restraint. Leaning in, he murmured, “I want you.”
“Jarrod, choose the time and place wisely for your advances. This is a hospital,” Nicole chastised, gripping his hand firmly. But her strength was no match for his.
She glared, issuing a warning, “If you dare to cross the line, I will…”
“What will you do?” Jarrod retorted, pinching Nicole’s cheek, causing her Lips to pout and teeth to flash in protest.
His gaze grew heavy. He hadn’t found satisfaction in the chamber earlier, and her involuntary pout seemed alluring to him.
Nicole winced from the pinch, her tolerance evident in her furrowed brow.
Observing her usual furrowed brow, Jarrod felt a twinge of compassion.
Yet, his sympathy waned as he recalled her repeated deceptions.
With a cold stare, Jarrod held Nicole’s chin firmly.
“This is what you want. Can’t you handle it now?” he taunted.
Disgust swept through Nicole.
He was audacious, caring little for the occasion and the surroundings.
Closing her eyes, Nicole exhibited a vulnerability seldom seen, whispering, “I can’t… I’m in so much pain now…”