The silhouette of Nicole vanished at the bathroom door, and Jose Floyd's gaze coldly fell on her unzipped bag.
Jose Floyd approached, unzipped the bag, and found the bottle of contraceptive pills, pouring them all into his palm. He took the vitamins he had bought from his pocket, poured them into the contraceptive bottle, and twisted the cap shut, his eyes devoid of any warmth, his brows tinged with frost.
After doing all this, Jose Floyd clenched the contraceptive pills in his left palm tightly, with an effort to crush them. He lifted his leg, his long figure advancing toward the bathroom.
Nicole, looking at the fine beads of sweat forming on her face out of nervousness, splashed her face with cold water. As she was about to grab a towel to dry off, a long figure approached her with an icy aura.
Nicole, weak because of the morning-after pill incident, instinctively backed away as Jose Floyd approached, not daring to face him directly.
