Chapter 297 That Face!

Melissa's chin throbbed from Jarrod's tight grip as if it teetered on the verge of being crushed.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and Melissa shivered under the weight of his cold demeanor. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she dared not let them fall.

Jarrod scrutinized Melissa's face with care. It was her eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Nicole's. Both of them possessed captivating eyes. Nicole's eyes exuded confidence and a hint of fearlessness, even in humility.

In contrast, Melissa, who had spent her youth in the brothel, had developed a persona of submission and flattery. Despite their seemingly similar eyes, Melissa's were steeped in sycophancy and compliance.

Melissa's eyes mirrored Nicole's to an uncanny degree, yet their personalities stood worlds apart.

After enduring the pain for an extended period, Melissa felt she had reached her limit. If Jarrod persisted, his bare hand would undoubtedly crush her chin.

Just before she could utter a sound, Jarrod lowered his eyelids and released his grip.

Melissa crumbled weakly to the floor, her heart racing with a frantic tempo. She considered herself fortunate that her chin wasn't made of plastic. Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.

Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a cold command, "Fetch the wine."

Trembling, Melissa poured the wine. Jarrod downed glass after glass with effortless ease, quickly finishing two bottles.

The wine packed quite a punch. As the alcohol began to take its toll, Jarrod's vision blurred, and Melissa before him increasingly resembled Nicole, who once spent days and nights by his side.

Jarrod muttered, "Nicole... Nicole..."

It wasn't the first time Melissa had heard that name. From the very first time Jarrod had ordered her to spend the entire night with him, she was forbidden to utter a word. He simply gazed at her face. He forbade her from displaying any e no tears, and certainly no sound was allowed. Back then, she had understood that she must remain silent. Making a sound would shatter the illusion that she resembled that woman

y emotion. No No laughter, n

Jarrod's lids drooped, and he possessed deep-set eyes. His lashes weren't particularly thick, but they were long, and his neatly trimmed hair gave him a

suave, icy charm.

There was no denying that men like Jarrod exuded undeniable masculinity.

For individuals like Melissa, getting close to Jarrod was an impossibility. Yet, every woman had, at some point, envisioned herself as Cinderella, always hoping for a prince to come to their rescue.

Melissa poured another glass of wine and extended it to Jarrod.

That time, Jarrod didn't take the glass but raised his gaze.

Jarrod locked his eyes onto Melissa's face. As if enchanted, he lowered his head and downed the wine directly from the glass held in her hand.

preparing to

sharp shatter of broken glass

reached out, gripping her throat, and

somewhat frightened as she stared at Jarrod

undergo a sudden transformation. In a husky whisper,

merely calling Nicole's name. He continued to repeat Nicole's name, his

moment, and the deep affection in his eyes

Melissa like a net

hand, encircling her arms around his neck, and slowly

their lips narrowed to a mere finger's

fragrance caused Jarrod to furrow his brow.

pushed Melissa away and turned toward the sofa, massaging his temples with slender

could Melissa was taken aback but

were to engage in intimas

odorous, portly would even whisk her

her shirt, revealing her tender skin. She gradually sank to her knees before

moment her slender fingers extended,

was left dumbfounded. The sound of shattering glass resonated in

ears.

face, crashing

eyes, his voice akin to

out!"

his face was so horrifying that it sent shivers down Melissa's spine, rendering her

even a chance to don her

"You fool, do you

on the floor, Melissa trembled and replied, "Jemma, I never

you give up!" Jemma extracted a bundle of bills and flung them onto

staggering amount, Melissa was so terrified that tears streamed down her face. She kept bowing in supplication. "Jemma, I realize my mistake! Please,

knew she couldn't possibly

with drinks.

substantial loss? In their line of work, they couldn't afford to cross the high rollers. Even if Jarrod conducted

Jemma sneered, "If you follow him, you'll

Why would a man

to resting

, impoverished extra?

forcibly escorted away by the security

unsettling rumors surrounding him sent shivers down her spine. Shaking her head, she hastily walked away as if a ghost was chasing after

of the night when Jarrod emerged from the club. His steps were unsteady, and he swayed, navigating the world

and dialed Alec's number. "Come get me." He

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