Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Nicole was in disbelief. “Is that all?”
“Absolutely, I’ll have someone bring the drink right over.” Deniz was visibly excited, particularly because the stunning Nicole before him boasted an impressive figure that easily outshone those of glamorous models.
Having had a few drinks, his desires were fully aflame, practically screaming for an outlet.
Deniz quickly signaled to a waiter, and a doctored drink was promptly served.
Unable to contain his eagerness, Deniz pressed, “Come on. Have a drink…”
Nicole, pretending to be bashful, softly asked, “Sir, are you sure you won’t ask for anything in return after I drink this?”
Deniz, thrilled to the core, reassured her with a pat on his stomach, “Of course. I’m a man of my word. I’ll even treat you to a new dress…”
Deniz, mesmerized by Nicole’s figure and beauty, assumed she would be an easy target, thinking a slight pushback could be easily overcome with a bit of cash. He even entertained the thought of this leading to more encounters.
After all, in his line of work, such transactions were common and usually didn’t lead to any trouble.
Nicole offered a charmingly seductive smile and said, “In that case, I’ll drink.”
Her smile, filled with temptation, utterly ensnared Deniz. Deniz watched, captivated, as Nicole lifted the glass to her lips and drank boldly.
Deniz, thoroughly pleased, ogled Nicole and muttered, “You seem so familiar…” Despite trying, he couldn’t quite recall where he had seen her before.
Growing too impatient to ponder further, Deniz eagerly guided Nicole toward the hall, saying, “Let’s head upstairs for a bit…”
The upstairs was home to numerous private lounges, each a perfect setting for their intended escapade.
Nicole stepped back from Deniz’s touch, her gaze drifting to a grove nearby. Her eyes lit up as she suggested, “Sir, why bother to head upstairs when we have a lovely gazebo right by the pool?”
Deniz’s eyes sparkled, a sound of agreement escaping him. He was pleasantly surprised by her suggestion, finding the idea of being outdoors even more exhilarating.
Now, barely able to hide his excitement, Deniz exclaimed, “Oh, my dear! I’m so fond of you. let’s not waste a moment!”
Unable to hold back, Deniz eagerly led Nicole toward the grove.
Nicole, pretending to feel dizzy, implored, “Sir, please slow down.
I’m feeling a bit lightheaded!”
“Slow down? I’m too excited to wait!” Deniz replied, barely containing himself.
Before they approached the gazebo, Deniz, unable to keep his hands to himself, reached for Nicole, making an inappropriate comment about her dress.
Nicole immediately took a step back, firmly stating, “Sir, I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going.”
Caught off guard, Deniz tried to persuade her, “Come on. It’s really nice inside, and there’s even a place to relax…”
“I’ve made up my mind. Did you put something in my drink? I don’t feel right,” Nicole countered.
Deniz, alarmed, denied it, “What are you talking about? There’s no way…”
Feeling increasingly unwell, Nicole suggested, “I think I need to go to the hospital.”
With that, Nicole broke free from Deniz’s grasp and made her way toward the crowd.
Deniz stood frozen, shocked for a moment before he could respond. He couldn’t believe the person he was so close to capturing was getting away!
Deniz caught up with Nicole, trying to persuade her, “Hey, don’t worry about the money for the shoes. I’ll even get you a new dress and a bag, okay?”
Nicole shook her head. “No thanks. I need to get to the hospital.”
As she started to walk away, Deniz called out, “Wait!”
Nicole stopped in her tracks.
Deniz walked around to face Nicole, his gaze dark as he looked her over. Then, he flashed an unsettling grin. “You’re that girl from the club, the one Mr. Schultz brought to hang out with us, right?”
Nicole’s face showed her irritation. “What nonsense are you even talking about? I don’t have time for this. I need to get to the hospital.”
Trying to leave, Nicole felt a sharp tug on her hair that made her cry out in pain.
“Just because you’re an escort, don’t think you can look down on me.”
After recognizing Nicole as the girl Jarrod had introduced to them years before, Deniz’s audacity grew. In his eyes, a woman like Nicole was just an object.
Deniz gripped Nicole’s hair, pulling her toward the grove, his words harsh. “So, you think you can turn me down and face no consequences?”
It was Vicki, the daughter of the Hampton family, who was pestering Jarrod.
The Hampton family and the Schultz family shared a close connection.
Vicki and Jarrod had encountered each other on two separate occasions.
Although Jarrod wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about Vicki, out of respect for Vicki’s father, he made sure not to embarrass her. This gave Vicki the illusion that Jarrod was approachable.
With his identity as a CEO, Jarrod possessed a handsome appearance and a composed demeanor. Despite being a man of few words with a temper, many women still admired him. Vicki was pleased that most of his admirers didn’t dare to make advances.
Having recently returned from abroad, Vicki perceived Jarrod’s indifference to other women except for her as his lack of resistance against her advances.
With a sweet smile and a gentle voice, Vicki asked, “Jarrod, shall I invite you to dance?”
Jarrod’s line of sight was suddenly blocked. Frowning upon seeing Vicki, he curtly replied, “Go find someone else. I’m in the middle of something.”
He then attempted to pass by Vicki and continued walking forward.
Being rejected in public, Vicki felt embarrassed, and her face darkened. Despite Jarrod’s previous lack of enthusiasm, he had not been so dismissive when her parents were around. She seized Jarrod’s arm, insisting, “Jarrod, let me teach you. It’s very easy.”
Expressionlessly, Jarrod withdrew his arm and stated, “No.”
Vicki faced repeated rejections, her eyes turning red as she pouted.
“Jarrod, my father has returned. He mentioned that I could seek assistance from you. I am entirely unfamiliar with this place. Could you kindly remain by my side?”
Jarrod glanced ahead, realizing Nicole had disappeared. His face darkened, losing his patience. “Miss Hampton, I’m not interested. Do you hear me?” he coldly declared.
While Vicki remained in a daze, Jarrod had already departed.
Vicki overheard the mocking whispers of women nearby.
“Look, Mr. Schultz is handsome, but he’s too cold toward women.”
“Ah… Thank goodness I didn’t approach him. This is so embarrassing…”
Vicki stood rooted to the spot, her face flushing with anger as she listened to the ridicule of others. Observing Jarrod continue on his path without hesitation, she stamped her feet in frustration before storming off.
Jarrod reached the open space of the banquet hall and scanned the area, but he didn’t spot Nicole.
Jarrod strode to the bartender and inquired coldly, “Have you seen a woman with curly hair in a shirt and skirt?”
The waiter was taken aback and pointed at a place not far away, saying respectfully, “There are actually many such women.”
Jarrod observed the passing crowd and indeed noticed numerous people dressed similarly.
It was a business party, with all the senior executives in attendance.
The women’s professional attire was nearly identical, blending seamlessly with the corporate atmosphere.
Jarrod stated coldly, “Her eyes are glazed. She is 5.57 feet tall, and her skin is flawless. There is a small brown mole under the corner of her right eye.”
The bartender’s description struck a chord.
A bartender walking by immediately recollected the charming Nicole from earlier. She had a small mole under the corner of her eye, an attractive feature.
However, the bartender couldn’t shake off the image of Deniz standing by Nicole’s side. When Jarrod posed the question, the bartender wondered about their connection.
The bartender didn’t dare to say anything about Deniz having taken Nicole away, nor did he want to stir up trouble. After a brief hesitation, he replied, “Sorry, I didn’t see her.”
“You didn’t?” Jarrod’s eyes turned cold, sending a chill down the bartender’s spine.
Being a sensitive observer, Jarrod’s intuition hinted that the bartender was not being truthful.
The bartender stammered, “I didn’t see…”
Before the bartender could complete his words, his tie was suddenly pulled. With a stern expression, Jarrod said word by word, “Are you sure?”
“I… I saw her.” The bartender couldn’t withstand the intimidating gaze in Jarrod’s eyes. He gestured toward a nearby step and stammered, “She seemed to have gone in that direction with a man just now…”
Jarrod released his grip, turned around, and stormed away.
The bartender gasped, still unable to regain his composure.