Back in Time: Unshackling From Love

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Jerome said, “Where do you think you’re going? You should apply the ointment for me.”

“Sorry, I’m not a doctor, and I don’t have an obligation to do that.” Mikayla coldly refused.

Jerome’s displeasure intensified. She seemed worried about him earlier. Why did her mood change so fast? Her mood swings were terrible.

“Obligation? Think about how I got injured.”

Mikayla thought he wouldn’t have gotten injured if he hadn’t recklessly crashed into Taylor’s car.

However, Jerome clearly wanted to settle scores with her, and she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. She reckoned that applying some ointment wouldn’t take long.

Amy approached with a medical kit. Frowning, Mikayla picked up a cotton swab and alcohol.

“Sir, Madam, I’ll continue with my work. Call me if you need anything.”

Amy left, and Mikayla started to deal with Jerome’s wounds.

Although the scratches on his arms weren’t very serious, there were several places where the flesh was exposed. There was also quite a bit of blood.

Jerome’s wounds stung as the alcohol came into contact with them. He frowned but didn’t say anything.

Mikayla tried to be gentle.

“It’s done.”

After applying the medicine to his arm, Mikayla prepared to put away the medical kit and

wash her hands.

“My forehead is hurt, too.” Jerome wasn’t happy with her perfunctory attitude.

by a small scratch on his fingernail. Yet, she didn’t notice all of his wounds

Jerome’s forehead. There was a cut near his temple,

his

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have gotten it from the shattered glass.

continued tending to

the sofa while Mikayla stood beside him to

very close. Mikayla’s slender waist was slightly bent, and a few strands of her

He reached out

buttons.

holding

hand pressed against his forehead. Jerome

his gaze, wanting to distract himself. But then he saw the focused expression on Mikayla’s face. Her skin

petite, while her lips were

of nowhere, Jerome had an urge to bite her.

his instincts, he reached out and

In the instant before their lips. met, she twisted her head to the

against his lips.

with a subtle fragrance, engulfed Jerome. He pulled her closer

you doing?” Mikayla struggled to stand up. She

cold. “Don’t try to seduce me while

the

swaying figure, Jerome couldn’t help recalling the

the kitchen and poured himself a glass of

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bed in her room. She felt a

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