Back in Time: Unshackling From Love

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.

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

wound on Jerome’s forehead. There was a cut

his hairline.

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it from the shattered

she continued tending to

the sofa while Mikayla stood

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

Jerome felt somewhat stuffy. He reached out and

buttons.

said, holding his head in place.

forehead. Jerome

But then he saw the focused expression on Mikayla’s face. Her skin was fair. It looked so soft that even the

was petite, while her

an urge to

reached out and embraced Mikayla’s

before their lips. met, she twisted her head

pressed against his

subtle fragrance, engulfed Jerome. He pulled her closer to him.

struggled to stand

turned cold. “Don’t try to seduce me while you’re treating my wounds.”

Mikayla was furious. She angrily dropped the cotton swab she was holding and

Jerome couldn’t help recalling the soft sensation

fists, Jerome suddenly felt thirsty. He went to the kitchen

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bed in her room. She felt a sense of defeat