Nicole, weakened by her emotions and recent events, lacked the strength to strangle him.
Exhausted, she finally released him.
But in a surge of fury, she clamped onto Jarrod’s arm, biting down with all her might.
Her teeth broke his skin, drawing blood. Nicole tasted it, a mix of sweetness and saltiness.
Nicole’s bite remained unyielding as though she wanted to tear the flesh from his arm.
Jarrod winced in pain but did not push her away.
The pain seemed to alleviate his guilt, knowing she was still fighting.
“You bitch!” Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the air.
Jamie charged in, her foot striking Nicole with force.
Bang! Nicole was kicked over.
“Eww…” After rolling a few times, Nicole coughed up blood. Her face was ghostly pale, presenting a ghastly sight.
“You lunatic, how dare you attack Jarrod! I’ll kill you!” Jamie yelled.
Fueled by rage, Jamie raised her foot, poised to strike Nicole’s head.
Bang! Out of nowhere, a sudden kick sent Jamie sprawling to the ground.
The force of the kick made Jamie roll even further than Nicole had.
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“Ah… Who kicked me… Who?” Jamie was caught off-guard by the unexpected and powerful kick.
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By the time she regained her footing, Jarrod had swiftly carried Nicole into the car and driven away.
Jamie tried to follow, only to be hit in the face with the car’s exhaust.
Frustrated, Jamie stamped her foot and let out a cry. “Ahhh!” She reluctantly chased after them.
In the car, Jarrod’s arm continued to bleed because of Nicole’s bite, yet he seemed not to care about the wound.
Amidst the howling wind and rain, the car sped toward the funeral parlor.
Nicole remained motionless, almost lifeless. Curled up in a corner, she was on the edge. If Jarrod moved any closer to her, it could set her off into a frenzy of self-harm and vomiting blood.
Jarrod kept his distance, fearing to provoke her further.
Those past few minutes felt like an eternity to him. He pondered what could have happened if Nicole had more strength or a better angle to kill herself by dashing toward the concrete flower bed.