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.

past, she would be worried sick even by a small scratch on his fingernail. Yet, she

the wound on Jerome’s forehead. There was a cut

to his hairline.

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from the shattered glass. The blood had

she continued tending to the

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

a few strands of her hair brushed against Jerome’s face. Her unique

He reached out and unbuttoned a few of

buttons.

move,” Mikayla said, holding

his forehead. Jerome

focused expression on Mikayla’s face. Her skin was fair.

petite, while her lips were plump

of nowhere, Jerome had an urge to

his instincts, he reached out and

In the instant before their lips. met,

pressed against his lips.

and smooth feeling, coupled with a subtle fragrance, engulfed Jerome. He

Mikayla struggled to stand up. She

snapped out of it. His expression turned cold. “Don’t

She angrily dropped the

the soft sensation when

went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold

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

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