Upon reaching the vi, Nicole attempted to exit the car, but Jarrod sped her wrist firmly.


    Jarrod’s profound gaze locked onto hers, his expression inscrutable.


    “I released you from your obligation, and you won’t assist me?”


    Nicole felt both bewildered and cautious.


    “Assist you in what way? Surely not here, in the car…”


    “No,” Jarrod replied, shaking his head.


    “Shield me for a while.


    ”


    Before Nicole couldprehend, Jarrod exited the car.


    Then, ensuring no onlookers were present, he effortlessly scooped her into his arms.


    She nestled into his embrace, his jacket enveloping her, conveniently concealing his erection.


    This… This surprisingly worked.


    Nicole resolved toply.


    She had myriad tasks ahead and sought to avoid needlessly antagonizing him.


    Jarrod transported her into the house and gently ced her onto the bed.


    Nicole alighted with a gentle thud, sinking into the sumptuous mattress.


    “What is the meaning of this?” she eximed, taken aback.


    Jarrod leaned closer.


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    Nicole resisted, her voice strained.


    “You promised you wouldn’t do this.


    ”


    Jarrod murmured against her neck


    , his voice muffled, “I said not in the car.


    I never mentioned avoiding it at home,” His voice had turned hoarse.


    And then, all words dissipated in the rhythm of the bed.


    Exhausted, Nicole drifted into immediate sleep.


    Jarrod cradled her tenderly as he attended to her, ensuring herfort in bed.


    Nicole was undeniably fatigued.


    Today, returning Vicki to where she belonged had granted Nicole some sce.


    The emotional strain, coupled with Jarrod’s desire in her, hadpletely depleted Nicole.


    Jarrod tenderly brushed Nicole’s hair aside and whispered, “Feel free to rely on me as much as you need, as long as you’re content.


    ”


    Nicole slept until the following day dawned.


    At some juncture, she vaguely sensed a maid rousing her for a meal, yet she scarcely indulged before drifting back into sleep.


    The next day, the insistent ringing of the telephone finally stirred her.


    “Hello…” she murmured, her voice raspy.


    “Miss Lawrence, this is Ethel.


    ” It was Ethel’s crisp voice emanating from the other end.


    “Oh, Ethel,”


    Nicole muttered.


    She had saved Ethel’s number butcked the rity to check the screen.