Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Cherry… Cherry…” Jemma hesitated before saying, “Oh my, please don’t upset Mr. Schultz anymore.. What’s gotten into you?”
Her query seemed redundant since the reason was apparent. Nicole appeared to have consumed some doctored drink.
Clearly, this was Lowe’s doing. He was known for his underhanded tactics and lack of morals.
With considerable effort, Jemma attempted to pull Nicole away.
“Bang!” Alec threw Lowe to the ground and hurried over to assist.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Lowe groaned, the fall sharply bringing him to his senses. He had only been drinking at home that night, not at the club.
The alcohol left Lowe reeling, and the physical altercation only worsened his nausea, threatening to vomit his dinner. Blood smeared his face, and he couldn’t tell whether it was his or Nicole’s.
Only then did Lowe realize he shouldn’t have trusted the words of that bitch, Vicki. He bitterly regretted trusting her.
He vowed to make Vicki pay, but now was not the time. Jarrod was already irate, and he dared not provoke Jarrod further. Jarrod was more daunting than any demon.
Lying on the ground, his vision blurred, Lowe was unaware of the events unfolding behind him.
Meanwhile, Alec steadied Jarrod while Jemma struggled to pull Nicole away.
Alec looked on, puzzled by Nicole’s behavior, which was clearly not an act of sobriety.
The whole scene was baffling. It was like a once-in-a-thousand-years strange occurrence.
Alec still couldn’t grasp what he had just witnessed. Why hadn’t Jarrod pushed Nicole away? Just allowed her to kiss him? That wasn’t typical behavior for Jarrod.
Jemma, dragging Nicole alongside her, turned to Jarrod with an apologetic look and said, “Mr. Schultz, I’m truly sorry. Cherry Lost control and disrespected you. I apologize on her behalf. Once she’s sober, I’ll ensure she apologizes personally. Please don’t take this to heart. After all, she’s not herself at the moment.”
Jarrod remained silent, his lips bruised with a trace of red from Nicole’s fervent kiss, adding an unintended allure to his already mysterious demeanor.
Alec interjected sharply, “You should leave now. An apology? Mr. Schultz doesn’t want to see her. Just take her away quickly.”
With a strained smile, Jemma replied, “Okay, I’m leaving.”
Jemma then turned to Nicole and seemingly scolded the latter, her voice loud enough for Jarrod to listen, “Cherry, you’ve really upset me. I can’t afford your medical bills, but don’t worry. I know plenty of dashing guys willing to solve your condition without costing a fortune. You won’t need the hospital.”
As Jemma spoke, she led Nicole toward the elevator.
Alec was rendered speechless by Jemma’s words. What did Jemma mean by saying those words? Jarrod had just resolved to distance himself from Nicole, and Jemma’s comments appeared to be an attempt to sway Jarrod’s decision.
Alec suspected that Jemma and Nicole shared a more complex relationship than it seemed.
Worried that Jarrod might involuntarily be drawn to Nicole again with Jemma’s help, Alec decided to intervene.
Noting Jarrod remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the elevator where Nicole was led, Alec hastily said, “Mr. Schultz, let’s head this way. The blood over there might stain your shoes.”
Alec attempted to guide Jarrod in the opposite direction, no longer concerned with Lowe sprawled on the ground.
He decided to let Lowe’s assistant handle the drunken Lowe, prioritizing Jarrod’s immediate circumstances over anything else.
The air was charged with tension, necessitating a swift departure from the chaotic scene.
Unexpectedly, as Alec reached out to steer Jarrod away, Jarrod swiftly brushed off Alec’s hand, moving decisively forward.
As the elevator doors nearly shut, Jemma exhaled softly. Could Jarrod truly be indifferent and just walk away?
The next second, a large hand forcefully stopped the elevator door from closing.
Jemma initially mistook the large hand blocking the elevator door for that detestable Alec. But when she recognized the wrist adorned with a million-dollar watch, her heart surged with relief.
She knew it. Jarrod could not resist Nicole’s charm. That unexpected kiss had seemingly revived warmth in Jarrod’s once cold heart.
Jemma turned to Jarrod with a smile. “Mr. Schultz, are you heading down?”
Jarrod remained silent, his expression stoic, but Jemma was undeterred. “Could you please hold on a moment? We’re actually going up, just a quick stop on the second floor.”
Jarrod’s face was impassive as he glanced at Nicole in Jemma’s arms.
“Going up?”
Ignoring his stern look, Jemma replied cheerfully, “Yes, the male escort lounge is upstairs. That’s where we need to be.”
The mention of the male escort lounge caused Jarrod’s expression to turn icy.
Yet, Jemma held Nicole firmly, her grip tightening as she noticed Nicole’s feeble resistance. “Don’t fuss, Cherry. It’s not time yet. You can make your choice later… Be good. I’ll find you a suitable one soon…”
As Jemma reached to press the elevator’s close button, a foot blocked the door.
Alec spoke with icy disdain. “Who do you think you are, making Mr. Schultz wait? You’re not worth his time.” He scoffed. “Step out and let us go first.”
Jemma’s face, previously bright, now clouded over. Having been at the club for many years, she might not be esteemed by the wealthy, but being known as the manager at the club granted her a certain level of respect. She was acquainted with many influential figures who generally treated her courteously. Alec, who had risen from humble origins similar to hers, had no right to demean her in such a manner.
Had the rebuke come from Jarrod, perhaps Jemma would have begrudgingly accepted it. But Alec’s scorn was more than she could bear.
Yet, knowing when to step back was a wisdom Jemma had learned well.
Jemma, with her extensive experience, quickly concealed her irritation, her expression morphing into a conciliatory smile.
“Alright, Alec, you’re right. I was out of line. We’ll leave now.”
Turning to Jarrod, Jemma said, “Mr. Schultz, please…”
She was about to exit, but Jarrod’s imposing figure blocked the path.
His voice low, Jarrod said, “No rush. Go up first.”
Trapped and still supporting Nicole, Jemma had no way out. Since Jarrod had spoken, she saw no need to argue further.
However, Alec’s earlier insult still stung, prompting her to retort, “But Alec seems upset. Perhaps we should go down first. It’s not that urgent. Cherry can wait another minute.”
Jarrod raised an eyebrow. “Don’t mind him.”
Reassured by Jarrod’s response, Jemma allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. She cast a defiant glance at Alec, her smile turning provocative. Her earlier irritation was dissipated a bit.
Alec, catching Jemma’s look, clenched his jaw in frustration. This woman was clearly taunting him! He fumed silently.
Despite his anger, Alec had no choice but to follow them into the elevator.
Once the elevator doors closed, the space, now shared with two tall men, felt exceptionally tight, especially with Nicole unsteady on her feet, swaying slightly.
Nicole’s cheeks were tinged with an alluring flush as she murmured weakly, “Jemma. I feel. So.. Uncomfortable.. Help me..”
At her words, the tension in the elevator shifted noticeably.
Jarrod maintained his composure, his expression changing only slightly.
Alec’s face, however, turned a deep shade of red, then nearly purple with embarrassment. As a man well-acquainted with the allure of women, he found Nicole’s breathy tone almost unbearable.
If not for Jarrod’s presence, Alec’s reaction might have been stronger. He cursed inwardly, acknowledging begrudgingly that Nicole was really attractive.
Nicole’s allure was more captivating than any Alec had encountered before, natural and effortless, a genuine sensuality that seemed to emanate from her very core, embodying the quintessence of feminine charm in every gesture and tone.
Jarrod noted Alec’s discomfort, maintaining a stoic, unaffected demeanor.
As the elevator reached their floor, the doors slid open to reveal a Lineup of young, handsome men standing at attention. “Good evening, distinguished guests,” they greeted warmly.
The club had curated a selection of male escorts who combined youthful vigor with rugged appeal, their well-defined physiques appealing to a broad range of tastes.
Known for their charm and ability to entertain, the club’s male escorts offered a welcome reprieve to those seeking to unwind.
However, Alec’s expression soured with disapproval. His strong sense of traditional masculinity made it challenging for him to accept men engaged in such work, despite his outward proclamations of job equality. He scoffed. “What nonsense, acting so effeminate…”
Jemma quickly countered, “Alec, you shouldn’t say that. Our club’s male servers are all strong and capable. Maybe you should see for yourself.”
Alec’s expression darkened further. “What? See my ass!”
Jemma chuckled, mischievously clarifying, “What are you thinking Alec? I meant you should see if they are strong with those muscles.”
Alec was on the verge of losing his temper. Jemma was unmistakably taunting him! He knew he hadn’t misunderstood her intention, not in the slightest!
Jemma, deciding to cease the verbal sparring, felt her arms grow weary from supporting Nicole. Noticing Jarrod obstructing their way, she addressed him, “Mr. Schultz, could you please step aside? It’s difficult for us to get out.”
Jarrod stood resolute, his presence formidable, blocking the view of those male escorts.
Just as Jemma began to lose hope of him moving, Jarrod shifted slightly, allowing them a passage.
Jemma’s heart sank. It seemed the night’s plan was unraveling.
Jarrod’s minimal gesture hinted at his disinterest in meddling with Nicole’s situation. So, what brought him into the elevator? Was Jarrod actually here to evaluate the club’s male escorts? A man whose time commanded millions wouldn’t normally squander it on such trivialities.