The next thing he knew, he was forcefully ejected from the room.


    On the couch, the young woman trembled like a frightened bird.


    When sheid eyes on Jarrod, a spark of hope ignited within her.


    “Jarrod, thank God you’re finally here!” she eximed.


    “Yes, I apologize for beingte,” Jarrod responded.


    Gazing at Melissa’s face with deep affection, Jarrod treated her with a tenderness that resembled his interactions with Nicole.


    Consequently, tears welled up in Melissa’s eyes.


    ALL at once, Jarrod’s hand hung suspended in the air, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly.


    Perplexed, Melissa experienced a sharp pain in her chin.


    Jarrod fixed Melissa with an icy stare and grasped her chin,pelling her to meet his gaze.


    “Save your tears.


    ”


    Melissa’s tears failed to mirror Nicole’s when she wept.


    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 resemnce 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 ttery.


    Despite their seemingly simr eyes, Melissa’s were steeped in sycophancy andpliance.


    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.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    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 stic.


    Otherwise, it might have been contorted beyond recognition.


    Jarrod sat upright, his long legs casually crossed, and issued a coldmand, “Fetch the wine.


    ”


    Trembling, Melissa poured the wine.


    Jarrod downed ss after ss 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 disying any emotion.


    Noughter, 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.


    Jarrod’s lids drooped, and he possessed deep-set eyes.


    His Lashes weren’t particrly 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.