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Chapter 267
Chapter 267
Get out! Mikayla drove him away.
Jerome looked at her embarrassed face and looming skin under the towel.
Not only was he not angered, he recalled the scene from last night Mikayla hooked her arms around his neck and seduced him. His desire reached its peak at that moment. He tormented her until she begged for mercy.
Jerome stared at her for some time. His breathing seemed to deepen.
Mikayla kicked him in anger. “I told you to get out!”
She didn’t manage to kick Jerome as he swiftfully caught her foot in his hand.
Mikayla was only wearing a towel. With one of her feet caught by Jerome, her leg was almost entirely exposed in an embarrassing situation.
Her face was completely red. “Let go of mel”
Jerome didn’t want to let her go, but there were still many Important matters to attend to today. He was worried that Mikayla couldn’t take it.
He suppressed the desire to ravage her body.
“You need to try harder.” Jerome gulped. He then released her and left the bathroom.
Mikayla immediately locked the door and splashed her cheeks with cold water.
She must have lost her mind. She knew that she couldn’t possibly win against Jerome, yet she still tried to kick him and ended up embarrassing herself.
She thought about how Jerome grabbed her foot just now and the burning desire to devour her in his eyes. Mikayla felt like slapping herself.
As the heat in her cheeks subsided, she looked up into the mirror. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
There were no marks on her face. However, her neck, collarbones, and shoulders were covered in hickeys.
She loosened the towel. The red marks in certain areas were deeper, some even had teeth marks.
‘Jerome, you asshole!” Mikayla couldn’t help but shout angrily toward the door.
Jerome heard Mikayla’s curse outside the bathroom. Jerome heard Mikayla’s curse
He was staring at the red spot on the bed.
His gaze deepened. The desire in his heart became even stronger. He would’ve continued if Mikayla hadn’t resisted.
After Mikayla was done showering, Jerome’s voice sounded from outside. “Your clothes are here.”
Draped in a bathrobe, she opened the door slowly and reached out to take the clothes. Then, she
Immediately locked the door again.
Jerome scorned. “Is there anything else I haven’t seen that you need to hide yourself like this?”
“Shut up, you asshole Mikayla threw the bathrobe toward the door.
When she was getting dressed and ready to leave, Jerome had also changed his clothes.
His clothes must’ve been delivered as well. He was wearing a suit that gave off a cold presence.
She thought about how he left marks all over her body and couldn’t help but glare at him.
“Just a moment ago, you said you didn’t really care that you slept with me, but now you’re acting all shy?” Jerome coldly retorted.
That was because she didn’t know he was such a hoodlum.
But Mikayla couldn’t say this aloud. So she could only say angrily, “I’m not letting this off that easily. You better pay me a billion dollars when we get divorced tomorrow.”
Jerome’s gaze grew colder. “Are you sure you want to talk about the divorce at a time like this?”
What’s so special about that particular moment? Couldn’t they even talk about divorce now?
However, when she saw Jerome’s upset expression, Mikayla knew she wouldn’t benefit from a fight. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow! Let’s go to the police station.”
“Wait a minute.” Jerome held her back and made her sit on the chair.
“What are you up to?” Mikayla looked at him warily.
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