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.

scratch

the wound on Jerome’s forehead. There was

his

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shattered

she continued tending to

stood beside him to

slightly bent, and a few strands of her hair brushed against Jerome’s face. Her unique fragrance filled his nostrils.

stuffy. He reached out

buttons.

said, holding his head in place.

against his forehead. Jerome felt his throat drying up.

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

petite, while her

Jerome had an urge to bite

reached out and embraced Mikayla’s neck.

the sudden move, Mikayla leaned down. In the instant before their lips. met, she twisted her

pressed against his

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

Mikayla struggled to stand up. She

turned cold. “Don’t try to seduce

Mikayla was furious. She angrily dropped the cotton swab

recalling the soft sensation when he

his fists, Jerome suddenly felt thirsty. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold

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her room.

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