Chapter 348 I'm Thinking About How To Kill You "Mind your own business. Get out of here!" Nicole yelled through clenched teeth, looking at Jarrod disgustedly.

Jarrod lowered his head and bit her collarbone hard. Then, he looked at her with bloodshot eyes. "Tell me, did you enjoy it?" Although Nicole couldn't move her body, one of her hands was still able.

She raised it and gave Jarrod a hard slap. It was so hard that blood immediately oozed out of the corners of his mouth.

"It's none of your business. I said get out of here!" Jarrod's thin lips were stained with

blood, making his cold, handsome face look even more wicked. He caught Nicole's hand, held it tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Does hitting me make you feel good?" Nicole sneered, "Of course! It feels so good." "Then, this side, too." Jarrod leaned the other side of his face, held her hand even tighter, and raised it to help her slap him again.

A dull and crisp sound echoed.

Nicole was a bit stunned.

The other side of Jarrod's face instantly became red and swollen.

The slap this time was even harder than Nicole's first slap.

"Are you satisfied now?" Jarrod asked in a cold voice. His eyes were red and

burning with suppressed anger. "If not, continue slapping me to death." Nicole saw his face clearly. There were old and new injuries on his face, but he didn't seem to care. He even wanted her to continue slapping him. She thought he was really a lunatic.

"Jarrod, if you have problems with your brain, go to a mental hospital. Don't throw a fit here!" "Just think that I am sick. If you hate me, you can take revenge in whatever way you want. But you can never be with other men." His dark eyes turned even redder and were fixed on her. He said word by word, "I will never allow you to see any other men. You can't have meals, hold hands, hug, and sleep with other men. Over my dead body!" Nicole wanted to continue taunting

Jarrod. She wanted to ask, "So what if I sleep with other men?" But before she could say anything, suddenly...

"Waah!" A very soft cry of a child rang out in her ears. It was so faint that even Jarrod might not have heard it.

Nicole trembled all over, and her face turned pale.

Jarrod noticed her strange expression.

When he was about to say something, another soft cry

seemed like Austin was

sound?" Jarrod froze. He was no longer pressing on her. Instead, he wanted to get

mind went blank

She broke into a cold

was only one

must never know

raised her hand and

and deliberately smiled at him

yet." After saying this, she tilted her head, reached for his sharply defined

stiffen. The flames of

was about to explode. He instinctively pressed

her

closeness. Her eyebrows slightly raised. "Let's go somewhere else. To your house. Do you dare?" Jarrod stared at her. He

tapping his chin with her fingers, she looked at Jarrod

the word coward?" The corners of

she was trying to

his wet tongue, smiled wickedly, and asked, "Are you thinking about how to kill

around his neck. - Since

it

felt uncomfortable. She whispered, "Jarrod, put me down." Jarrod stood up straight, waiting

you take it anymore?" Nicole glared at him fiercely. "Get lost!" Jarrod snorted. He was about to say something when the elevator suddenly

elevator

with a carryout bag, looked

Roscoe's gaze

when Nicole suddenly slapped his chin, interrupting him. She asked impatiently, "Are we leaving or not?" Her slap left a conspicuous red

asked, "Are you coming down?" Roscoe

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