Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
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The expression on Jamie’s face softened a little. He realized that although he hated Nicole to the core, he couldn’t kill her immediately.
Suddenly, something occurred to Jamie. He pouted and said, “But Jarrod, why would you send someone to investigate my brother? Don’t you know you’re making me look bad in this situation?”
Jarrod didn’t say anything about it. He merely frowned.
Jamie leaned over him, shook his arm and said coquettishly, “Don’t let Alec make trouble for my brother, okay?”
“Alec’s not making trouble,” Jarrod said with a smile. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Jamie, since he’s your brother, I respect that. But that doesn’t mean I can let him interfere in my affairs at his whim, do you understand?”
His smile sent a shiver down Jamie’s spine. She’d known him for three years, but she’d never seen him smile like that.
It was said that the one Jarrod smiled at was usually the one he was about to treat.
Just then, a nurse suddenly came out and asked, “Are you related to the patient in bed 2? She’s awake.”
Jarrod’s heart clenched for a moment. Nonchalantly, he brushed Jamie’s hand away and said, “Go back and rest. Don’t make a scene here.”
After saying this, Jarrod turned around, headed back into the living room and closed the door behind him.
Jamie looked at the closed door with mischief in his eyes. It was as if poisonous snakes were about to burst out of his eyes, enter the room and tear Nicole apart.
Just then her phone rang.
It brought her back to her senses.
Jamie pulled it out, looked at the screen and saw Howe’s name flashing.
Howe had been constantly bothering Jamie. Now that he was calling her, she had no choice but to pick it up. She said impatiently, “Howe, what’s the matter with you this time?”
“Jamie, that Alec has taken those two women!”. replied Howe anxiously. “What if they don’t go through with the plan and unmask me, what should I do? I just did what you told me to do, send someone to take care of that girl.”
But Jamie didn’t seem worried at all. He said nonchalantly, “Howe, calm down.
You’ve got nothing to worry about. What if Jarrod finds out? After all these years, you still don’t know how he treats me?”
She comforted him, “You’re my brother. How can I let anything happen to you? Don’t worry, I’m here. He won’t do anything to you.”
Howe was relieved to hear Jamie’s words.
He laughed and said, “That girl is very lucky. But it’s a shame she’s dying.”
Howe couldn’t help but click his tongue as he remembered Nicole’s curvaceous figure. She looked like a seductive vixen to him. He wanted to taste her.
Of course, Jamie knew Howe very well. He knew what his words implied.
He was interested in Nicole and wanted to have fun with her.
Jamie blinked several times. “Howe, if you really want to…”.
Inside the room, Nicole had just woken up.
Nicole was propped up at the bedside and a nurse was feeding her mush.
The wounds on her hands, face and neck were still visible, but they were better and less swollen than before.
When Jarrod came in, he motioned for the nurse to leave.
He took the bowl from the nurse and continued to feed Nicole.
He thought Nicole would refuse. But he didn’t expect her to refuse at all. As soon as the spoon was in front of her, she obediently opened her mouth.
Perhaps because he was eating too fast, some porridge dribbled out of the corner of his lips.
Jarrod put down the bowl, took a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. He said, “Why are you acting like a child? Eat slowly. This food is all yours. No one will take it away from you.”
As he spoke, he didn’t realize there was a hint of affection in his voice.
Nicole was always like a prickly cat. She rarely behaved obediently in his presence. And when she finally did, he couldn’t help but tease her.
But he soon realized something was wrong. She never responded to his every word.
There was no expression on her scarred face. She was like a broken glass doll that could shatter at the slightest touch.
Jarrod was a little frustrated, but he didn’t show it. He picked up the bowl again and continued to feed her. Nicole ate in silence.
After the last spoonful, Nicole’s expression fluctuated for a moment. Then she retched.
She vomited up all the mush Jarrod had just given her.
The sticky liquid coated Jarrod’s bed, shirt, and arms. The strange smell of stomach acid permeated the air.
Jarrod’s face darkened in an instant and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if he might swat a fly. But, unexpectedly, he did not take his temper out on Nicole.
Finally, Nicole stopped looking like a fragile glass doll. Instead, she gripped the quilt tightly. Her face was pale as a sheet and she emitted painful moans.
The nurse rushed into the room when she heard the noise. She was stunned by the scene.
She looked at the empty bowl on the bedside table and asked in surprise, “Mr. Schultz, did you feed him the entire bowl?”
Jarrod raised his arms and nodded with a frown.
The nurse was intent on her work. Since she didn’t know who Jarrod was, she merely treated him like an ordinary person. She said, “Miss Lawrence has a weak stomach and has just woken up. She can’t eat much. And she’s not able to talk, so you have to learn to watch her expressions.”
Expressions? Jarrod thought about it for a moment. Then he realized he hadn’t seen any expressions on Nicole.
The nurse thought Jarrod was careless. She asked him to clean his clothes in the bathroom. Then she cleaned Nicole’s bed.
It was already late when he finished cleaning.
The nurse cleaned Nicole’s body, changed the sheets, and tidied the bed.
Then, she tucked her in and sat by the bed as Nicole closed her eyes.
When Jarrod returned to the room after changing his shirt, he asked the nurse to rest.
The dim night light created a shadow of Jarrod’s tall, straight figure.
His angular, determined facial features stood out, revealing a cool, rugged beauty.
His dark eyes lacked emotion as he stared at Nicole on the bed.
Nicole was very thin, and now looked too small. Nicole was 5’5″.
But now, lying on the bed, her height was imperceptible.
Jarrod slowly approached her and reached up to brush her loose hair away from her mouth. But as soon as his fingers touched her hair, she slapped him fiercely.
Surprised, he withstood the slap. Five red fingerprints immediately appeared on his handsome face.
“Nicole Lawrence!”
Jarrod’s eyes instantly darkened. His voice when he uttered Nicole’s full name was filled with intense murderous intent.
No woman in all of Ardlens dared slap him across the face, not even Jamie.
His anger rose and his expression became fierce, as if he wanted to skin Nicole alive. Suddenly, he raised his hand.
After having experienced torment in the detention center, fear was the first emotion Nicole felt when confronted with violence. The image of those two women tearing out her fingernails flashed through her mind and her body trembled slightly.
Jarrod realized how terrified Nicole looked and felt his heart squeeze. He felt as if he had lost all the strength in his hand.
All the rage he felt a few minutes ago was completely gone. He let his now outstretched hand rest on Nicole’s head, gently stroking her hair.
Nicole’s body trembled uncontrollably, her brow furrowed in disgust.
Jarrod sketched a smirk. He guessed she was just pretending, probably thinking he would leave then.
“What, you can’t stand me touching you?” asked Jarrod casually.
His hands moved down her head and rested on the back of her neck. He wrapped his hand gently around her neck, as if marveling that a hand could hold her like that. He didn’t exert pressure, but Nicole felt like she was being suffocated and the air was slowly leaving her.
“Do you think it’s possible?” spat Jarrod, slurring his words like a venomous snake would, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Without warning, Nicole grabbed his wrist and sank her teeth into it. Jarrod let out a grunt of pain and surprise, his eyes wild-eyed.
The air was permeated with the smell of blood. For the first time, Nicole felt like drinking blood. She wanted to suck it.
Jarrod didn’t push her away. Instead, he shifted his hand to a position more suitable for her.