Mr. Miller, your wife is adorable. You shouldn’t make her angry. You must apologize to her again when you get back, Baldwin said.
Jerome agreed naturally, as if he were really a man who had enraged his wife. “I will.”
While they were talking, the manager knocked on the door and entered. He gave Jerome an ointment and apologized for what had just happened.
Only then did the others notice his reddish hand.
“Mr. Miller, why didn’t you say anything just now? This burn seems to be quite serious.”
Jerome calmly responded, “My wife has helped me to rinse it with cold water. I’m fine now.”
Mike couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at how naturally Jerome had addressed Mikayla as his wife. He recalled the last social event at the seafood restaurant. Jerome had refused to attend it and had asked him to go as a representative.
But when he was almost at the restaurant, Jerome had called again to say that he wanted to go
too.
At that time, he didn’t understand why Jerome had changed his mind, since it wasn’t an important
occasion.
It wasn’t until he saw Mikayla in front of the seafood restaurant that he realized Jerome’s actual
intentions.
“Mrs. Miller, why don’t you help Mr. Miller apply the ointment? It’s inconvenient for him to apply it with his left hand.”
Seeing the ointment in Jerome’s hand, Mike quickly su
“Yes, it’s important to apply the ointment as soon as possible, or the wound will easily fester,” Baldwin added.
Upon hearing that, Mikayla knew that she had to continue acting like she and Jerome were a
loving couple.
She took the ointment from him and unscrewed it, then dipped her fingertips into it before applying it gently to Jerome’s hand.
Jerome wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the ointment or the fragrance of Mikayla’s hair, but he felt that the pain in his hand had subsided.
“All done,” Mikayla said
When she finished applying the ointment, he felt a strange reluctance in his heart.
I’m going to wash my hands,” Mikayla told everyone before walking to the restroom.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she thought about the urgency In Jerome’s voice when he had pulled her into his arms and the naturalness with which he had wrapped his arm around her waist as he had introduced her.
There was an inexplicable astringency in her heart.
In her previous life, she had wished for Jerome to show some concern for her and publicly acknowledge her Identity. However, he had always loathed and avoided her.
Now, she got these without any effort, which was somewhat ironic.
After washing her face with cold water, Mikayla regained her determination.
No matter what, she could no longer have unrealistic expectations of Jerome. She had had enough of the sorrows of love.
After the meal, Mike went to see Baldwin and his assistants off.
Mikayla and Jerome walked to the yard and waited for the driver to bring the car over.
The night wind was a bit cold. Mikayla rubbed her arms subconsciously to warm herself.
The next second, a coat was draped over her body. The coat still carried Jerome’s warmth and the faint fragrance of pine.
She raised her head and saw a hint of displeasure in his eyes as he said, “You know that it gets cold at night. Why didn’t you wear more clothes?”
Just then, the driver arrived.
Mikayla threw the coat back to him. “I don’t need your fake kindness!”
After saying that, she got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat.
Holding the coat that she had thrown back at him, Jerome glanced at her, who had a cold and distant expression on her face.
Then, he sat in the back seat of the car and asked, “Why were you with Taylor today?”
