Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
However, these words no longer had much impact on Nicole. It was as if she could allow him to insult her all he wanted.
It was like her flesh was being cut with a knife every day, and she became immune to the pain. So, would she still feel anything when someone suddenly slapped her?
A slap was nothing compared to the other injuries she had gotten from him.
Jarrod’s eyes turned bloodshot. His fingers pinched her slim waist, and he pulled her down. Then, he said coldly, “Fine! I will pay you.
But make sure you are worth this money.”
He then grabbed her neck, covered her lips with his, and kissed her fiercely.
Actually, it couldn’t be considered a kiss. It was more like an assault meant to suffocate her.
While Jarrod’s lips and tongue continued exploring Nicole’s mouth, he tore apart her remaining clothes.
His movements were rough and violent, causing his wound to burst open.
Blood flowed down his shoulder, but he didn’t care about it. He was like a madman, devouring her ferociously. It was as if nothing else mattered to him at this moment.
Tears subconsciously welled up in Nicole’s eyes. She didn’t know if it was because of pain or hatred.
Why did he always force her to be entangled with him? She really hated it.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Then, Jamie’s voice came from outside.
“Jarrod, are you in there? I am feeling unwell. Can you accompany me?
Jarrod.
Jamie knocked on the door again. It seemed she wouldn’t stop knocking until she saw Jarrod. In fact, Jarrod had arranged for bodyguards outside the door before taking Nicole to this ward.
But the bodyguards didn’t dare to stop Jamie, thinking Jarrod cherished her so much and couldn’t afford to offend her. After all, Jarrod didn’t blame Jamie even though he was shot by her.
This was clear proof of how important Jamie was to Jarrod.
Yet, despite this, Jarrod seemed to be obsessive with Nicole and always spent time with her.
Actually, the bodyguards supposed Nicole beat Jamie in terms of figure and appearance. Jamie couldn’t hold a candle to Nicole when it came to charms. Nicole’s hot and curvaceous figure was indeed alluring.
Jamie’s voice outside the door was not too loud. It was as if she didn’t want to embarrass Jarrod.
But she could clearly hear the intense movements inside. Even a fool would understand what Jarrod and Nicole were doing.
Jamie clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes were full of hatred.
She assumed that bitch Nicole seduced Jarrod again.
She cursed Nicole internally for being shameless, not sparing even a place like the hospital to flirt with Jarrod.
Inside the ward, Jarrod continued what he was doing. It seemed he had no plans of stopping. He yearned for Nicole so much, feeling like it had been a century since the last time they had sex.
It was as if he was addicted to her. Once he got a taste of her, he could no longer suppress his urge. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.
Worse still, he couldn’t bring himself to shift his interest to others. It was like she was the only drug he could get addicted to.
The inexplicable emptiness that engulfed him could only be filled when he was with her.
And the more she desperately wanted to leave him, the more he wanted to conquer her in bed.
Jamie was still outside the door. She kept knocking, and her face grew paler and paler.
Everyone knew what was happening inside. If she stayed any longer, she would only be humiliating herself more.
Then, Jamie remembered her birthday on the yacht. That day, she overheard Jarrod talking with someone on the phone, wanting to cancel the plan. Fortunately, she had already bribed those people to make a move in advance. They had already declined all the products from the Lawrence Group, making the Lawrence Group suffer.
Moreover, news about the issues with the Lawrence Group was deliberately spread out, adding to Lawrence’s burdens.
Once everything was set in motion, it was difficult to undo.
After that, Jarrod became restless. He was no longer in the mood to accompany her.
Later, he even stopped Nicole from getting on the yacht.
When Jamie recalled all this, her face turned even paler. A terrible idea occurred to her. Did Jarrod stop Nicole from getting into the yacht to protect her? Was he afraid that she would make trouble for Nicole?
Before, Jarrod’s attitude toward Jamie was always perfunctory. And now, although he knew she was just outside the door, he still chose to continue getting laid with that bitch Nicole.
Jamie didn’t expect that the situation would escalate to this point.
A sense of unprecedented panic spread in her heart.
Why was Jarrod behaving like this now? The only reason she could think of was that his feelings for Nicole had reignited.
Perhaps even Jarrod himself didn’t realize that he took revenge on the Lawrence family crazily because he wanted to conceal the fact that he still loved Nicole.
At the thought of this, fear overwhelmed Jamie.
To Jarrod, he always assumed it was Jamie who helped him out during his most difficult times. This was the only thing Jamie could hold on to in her relationship with Jarrod.
What if one day, Jarrod found out that the person who had really helped him was Nicole? How would he deal with her?
Jamie stared at the locked door with eyes filled with viciousness.
She had to do something. Before Jarrod could discover the truth, she must get rid of Nicole.
Inside the empty room, Nicole still lay on the cold floor. Her face was unusually pale.
But Jarrod turned a blind eye to it. He was merciless now. But when he was about to go on, the woman under him suddenly started convulsing. It was a kind of uncontrollable seizure.
Jarrod frowned when he noticed Nicole’s unusual expression. He reached out to feel her forehead. It was cold.
He cupped her pale face in his hands and shouted, “Nicole!”
There was a tremor in his voice that he didn’t even notice.
Finally, Nicole stopped convulsing. But it didn’t end there. Soon, she began to vomit blood. A large amount of blood flowed out of her mouth uncontrollably.
In an instant, Jarrod felt Like his mind was hit by a meteorite. All his thoughts were burned out.
He was so flustered that he didn’t even care about the sharp pain in his shoulder anymore. He threw his walking stick away, picked up Nicole, and ran toward the door.
It was only then that he realized that Nicole was as light as a feather. Her entire body was weightless.
“Damn it! Nicole, wake up! Just hold on. I’m taking you to the doctor.”
His voice was filled with anger, desperation, and an undeniable panic.
Fortunately, a doctor happened to pass by the corridor. He immediately took Nicole and rushed to the emergency room.
Jarrod was outside the emergency room, pacing back and forth in a daze. His heart was beating wildly.
Even at this moment, he still refused to admit that he was worried about her.
He tried to convince himself that he only panicked simply because he hadn’t tormented her enough yet.
Suddenly, the doors of the emergency room were opened from the inside.
A nurse hurriedly approached Jarrod and said worriedly, “Are you the patient’s family member? The patient is in a critical condition. She needs an immediate operation. Please sign this consent form so we can proceed with it.”
Jarrod’s heart nearly skipped a beat at the news.
Critically ill? Who? Nicole? How could it be?
Yes, Nicole had always appeared slightly too thin. But to say she was critically ill seemed far-fetched.
Jarrod still remembered how Nicole often claimed that despite her fragile appearance, she was as strong as a bull.
At this moment, Jarrod stared at the nurse with a darkened expression and snarled, “Watch your words!”
The nurse was taken aback by the intensity in Jarrod’s eyes.
Upon regaining her composure, the nurse responded with a hint of dissatisfaction, “Sir, this is a hospital. We don’t joke about these matters. The patient has advanced gastric cancer and is currently suffering from severe bleeding. If you’re not eligible to sign the necessary documents, please contact the patient’s family immediately!”
Jarrod’s mind was suddenly ablaze with shock and disbelief. He gripped the nurse’s wrist tightly with a nearly crushing force and, with quivering lips, he demanded, “What did you just say? Say that again!”
The nurse frowned and repeated, “The patient has advanced gastric cancer. Didn’t you know that?” As she spoke, she tried to free her wrist from his firm and painful grip.
Clank! Jarrod’s black-gold walking stick, adorned with a dragon head, clattered to the floor. Jarrod staggered backward, and his tall frame leaned against the wall for support, preventing himself from collapsing.