Back in Time: Unshackling From Love (Mikayla Davidson)

Mikayla asked confusingly, “How can you be in a good mood?” 

Jerome tightened his grip on her waist and moved his other hand from her chin to her face, gently 

stroking it. 

His breathing appeared to increase greatly. “What do you think a woman can do to make a man happy?” 

She was outraged and shook his hand away. “Don’t even think about it!” 

She slept with him last time because she had been drugged and lost her mind. How could she be intimate with him again? 

The deeper their entanglement, the more difficult it would be to divorce. 

“Jerome, you only don’t have the time and energy to deal with our affairs. Don’t be a bastard to take 

advantage of me!” 

Jerome sneered as he looked at Mikayla’s resistive and distant attitude. “I only want you to stay in Mochuria for a few days and make me some edible meals. Then I’ll recover quickly, and my mood will naturally improve. What have you thought about?” 

She went silent. Why couldn’t he simply explain that he wanted her to take care of him? Instead, he acted and spoke ambiguously, which caused her to misunderstand. 

“I was sweating profusely when I brought you up. Do you still want me to do other things with you?” Jerome gazed at her. “Have you ever considered that I’m a patient?” 

As if to emphasize his words, he coughed several times, and his breathing revealed discomfort and 

weakness. 

Mikayla flushed with anger. “Then what were you doing while I was asleep?” 

Jerome answered hoarsely, “You keep crawling into my arms. How do I know what you wanted to do?” 

Anyway, she was asleep at that time. He could twist the facts whatever he wanted. 

She tried to break free from him but couldn’t. She couldn’t help but become irritated. “Can you let go of 

me now?” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“No.” Jerome forcefully clutched her close to his chest. He leaned his chin against her head, and his voice grew weaker. “I have a fever and feel uncomfortable. Cool me down.” 

He didn’t appear to pretend to be feeble, and his body was indeed hot. Mikayla reached out and touched. his forehead. It was also heated. 

He probably caught a cold after forcing himself to join her in the afternoon. When they came back, he carried her upstairs. His condition must have worsened as she struggled to break free from him. 

Mikayla said, “Let go of me. I’ll get you medicine,” 

Jerome hugged her tighter and murmured, “No, you’ll run away.” 

“I promised Grandma to take care of you. I won’t run away until you recover.” 

He still shook his head. Despite his discomfort, he refused to loosen his strength. 

If she forcibly pushed him away, he would most certainly get dissatisfied and repeat what he had done just new. 

So, Mikayla stopped coaxing and let him hold her. 

Jerome’s breathing eventually became steady, and she slightly sweated. 

She gently pushed him away, leaving the quilt and taking a deep breath. 

After boiling some water, she intended to wait for the water to cool before asking him to take medicine, 

so she went to the bathroom first. 

Jerome carried her up without changing her clothes or removing her makeup. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was somewhat flushed, her hair was messy, and her lips 

were slightly swollen. 

Those who didn’t know the facts might infer how she got ravaged. 

Mikayla intended to wash her face after tying up her hair, but she discovered a red mark on the back of her neck. It was the same size as the one she found when she woke up early at Dragoncrest Villa. 

Jerome was probably worried about waking her up, so he didn’t use much force. This hickey was shallower than usual.