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.

be worried sick even by a small scratch on his fingernail. Yet, she didn’t notice all of his

the wound on Jerome’s forehead.

to his

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must have gotten it from the shattered glass. The blood had dried up.

anything, she continued

the sofa while Mikayla stood beside him to make things easier.

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

Jerome felt somewhat stuffy. He reached out and unbuttoned a few of his top

buttons.

holding his

hand pressed against his forehead. Jerome felt his

gaze, wanting to distract himself. But then he saw the focused expression on Mikayla’s face. Her skin was fair. It looked so soft that even the tiny hairs were

was petite, while her lips were

an urge to bite her.

reached out and

before their lips. met, she

against his lips.

coupled with a subtle fragrance, engulfed Jerome.

are you doing?” Mikayla struggled to stand up. She glared at

His expression turned cold. “Don’t try to seduce me while

She angrily dropped the cotton

her swaying figure, Jerome couldn’t help recalling the soft sensation when

felt thirsty. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a

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bed in her room. She felt a sense of defeat and frustration.

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