Chapter 8

Mikayla quietly chuckled to herself.

She had walted eight years in her past life, only to receive a divorce certificate and the news of Jerome marrying Kylle.

How could Jerome possibly fall in love with her in just a few short days?

Wanda asked again, “Should Jerome recognize your admirable qualities and develop affection for you, would you still desire a divorce?”

Mikayla nodded affirmatively under the gaze of Wanda’s optimism. “Yes.”

No matter how events unfolded in this lifetime, she wished to sever all ties with Jerome. The bitterness of love had taken its toll, and she yearned to distance herself from him, eager to embark on a fresh start.

After leaving the hall of the old mansion, Mikayla saw Jerome sitting expressionlessly in

the car.

After all the

fuss about the divorce, they ultimately didn’t get to divorce.

Jerome must have surmised that this must have been a meticulously rehearsed performance between her and Wanda. Once Mikayla got into the car, she would inevitably face insults and questioning from Jerome.

With that thought in mind, Mikayla planned to ignore him and take a taxi.

“Get in the car!” Jerome ordered coldly.

“Thanks, but you’re not going my way,” Mikayla replied, equally cold.

She was annoyed that they didn’t manage to get the divorce settled. On top of that, she didn’t want to subject herself to Jerome’s temper.

“Mikayla, get in!” Jerome’s tone held a cautionary note.

have the guts, go ahead and file for divorce now!” Mikayla retorted with anger. This was

visibly

his intentions, Mikayla observed Jerome exiting

could react,

go of

turned her head and bit

didn’t release her. Instead, be tossed her into the car.

Jerome commanded the driver.

escape. She quickly took out her phone

if you dare to hit me!

police?” Jerome reacted as if he heard something ridiculous

of oppression. Her hand holding the phone instinctively retracted in the slightest.

do you want?” Mikayla stammered.

tough? Why so nervous?” Jerome sneered, lifting his wrist to

markes.

bit pretty hard. If I hit you,

Mikayla regained her

Jerome never laid a hand on her, no matter how

her.

wasn’t someone who would harm a

scent of cedar overwhelmed Mikayla, with Jerome close. Uncomfortable, she frowned and

pushed backward and nearly hit

are you addicted to being pretentious?” Jerome

a weakling with

Jerome choked.

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so assertive in front of him, nor had she ever uttered such

sarcastic remarks.

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