Classic Novel
Chapter 300
It appeared that Celeste was right. That damn Jerome kept taking advantage of her.
He’d undoubtedly done the same thing when she slept in the chaise lounge chair twice. When she awoke, she found herself in bed.
A man’s body and spirit could indeed be separated. Despite his lack of feelings for her, he was
nonetheless drawn to her body.
After Mikayla completed showering and caring for her skin, the hot water had almost cooled down. She
took fever–reducing pills and entered the bedroom with water.
Jerome remained sleeping in the same position as before. He slightly frowned, and his dry lips were stained with an unusual red tint–that was her lipstick.
Thinking of being threatened and forcibly kissed by him just now, she longed to splash warm water upon his face. After enduring her annoyance, she patted him a few times. Time to take medicine.”
Jerome reluctantly opened his eyes. Perhaps his mind wasn’t clear. When he saw Mikayla, he grabbed her
wrist. “Mikayla, are you here to see me?”
He nearly spilled the water. She complained, “What are you doing? The water will spill out!”
However, he ignored her. He sounded dizzy and confused as he said distressfully, “Why don’t you ever
smile? When can you smile at me?”
Mikayla was baffled. Although some of the dishes had a small amount of wine, it wasn’t enough to make
him drunk.
/ Could a fever have caused him to get confused?
“Kay, did I hurt you that night? Did you keep blaming me because of that? Is that why you moved out and
don’t want to see me again?”
Jerome held her hand tightly. His eyes, which were usually unfathomable and unable to distinguish emotions, were suddenly full of tenderness. “I tried to stop myself and be gentle, but you were too soft.
You sounded like a kitten. I-”
Before he could finish, Mikayla covered his mouth.
What was wrong with him? He usually looked ascetic, aloof, and arrogant. But when he got a fever, he lost. control and spoke such nonsense!
“Jerome, are you trying to fool me? Do you not give up and want to take advantage of me again?” Mikayla asked annoyingly.
Jerome placed her hand on his burning face and murmured, “Kay, how long are you going to be angry with me? Why do we have to get divorced?”
“Why are you unwilling to divorce?”
Mikayla knew that he wasn’t sober and might not respond, but she still couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t like Mikayla anyway. Isn’t divorce best for you?”
He raised his head and looked at her unpleasantly. “Nonsense! Mikayla is my wife. How can I divorce her?”
Although his words lacked logic, that wasn’t what Mikayla cared about.
“Then do you like her?”
Perhaps no one had ever asked Jerome this question. He paused slightly before responding, “I feel angry when I see other men approach her. Is it because I like her?”
Mikayla felt a little annoyed.
She wasn’t sure why she asked him this question. Was she unwilling to give in to him, or was there always an obsession in her heart? Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
When she heard his answer, she couldn’t express how she felt.
Jerome treated her differently than before. But even if he had a fever and was unconscious, he still couldn’t be sure of his feelings for her.
Forget it. She was the ridiculous one who asked him that question. She was so determined to give up, but she couldn’t stop torturing herself in this way.
Mikayla despised herself. Then, she pushed Jerome away and stuffed the pills into his mouth. “Swallow it!