Chapter 24 

While Mikayla struggled with her tire, Jerome’s voice sounded in her ear. 

Raising her head, she realized he had walled over to her car. 

Even though she felt embarrassed, she wasn’t childish enough to reject his offer out of spite. 

Pursing her lips, she undid her seatbelt and got out of the driver’s seat. 

Jerome sat inside her car. He calmly placed his hands on the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator. The car lurched backward, and the right tire got out of the pothole. 

Afterward, Jerome smoothly exited the driver’s seat and said, “You take over.” 

Mikayla pressed her lips together and got back behind the wheel. 

As she put her seat belt on, Jerome sat himself in the passenger’s seat. 

“What are you doing?” Mikayla frowned. 

He glanced at her. Instead of answering, he asked her, “Why did you do this to your hair?” 

Mikayla looked at her shoulder–length curls in the rearview mirror. “I can do my hair 

however I want. What does it have to do with you?” 

Jerome’s face darkened. 

“Is there anything else? If there isn’t, then please get off. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Mikayla said, asking him to leave. 

Jerome tolerated her snark. He put on his seat belt and said coldly, “I thought you wanted. to practice driving? What are you waiting for?” 

Mikayla now understood Jerome’s intentions. “I don’t need your concern. I’m doing well on my own!” 

Jerome clicked his tongue. “So well to the point you couldn’t get out of the pothole?” 

Mikayla retorted, “The sky is too dark. I just didn’t notice it.” 

“Are you certain that you’ll only drive to well–lit places without any obstacles?” 

“I 

Mikayla wanted to justify herself, but Jerome cut her off impatiently. “I don’t want to have to clean up after you every time. Start practicing!” 

Mikayla was speechless. What happened last time was indeed her fault. 

She was too lazy to continue fighting with him, so she set her gaze forward and stepped 

on the gas. 

Although Mikayla didn’t need Jerome to teach her, she had to admit that it came to her more naturally with him giving her some pointers by her side. 

She was now rather well–versed in going forward, making turns, and doing three–point 

turns. 

“I’m tired. Let’s continue next time.” 

Not only was she tired, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ansoft Enterprise. She didn’t know whether Taylor had finished reading her early draft of the plan yet. 

“You can get down here.” 

Mikayla stopped her car next to Jerome’s. 

Jerome didn’t move. He said casually, “Just leave my car here. The driver will get it tomorrow. I want to see how good you are at reversing into the garage.” 

Mikayla was speechless. 

She drove back to the garage at the villa. As Jerome expected, she was stumped by having to reverse into it. 

Even though she had a reverse camera, she still couldn’t figure it out. 

“Pay attention to the yellow lines on both sides of the tires. While you adjust the angle of your car, slowly turn the wheel.” 

Jerome leaned over to press his hand over hers on the steering wheel. 

The warmth of his palm seeped into the back of her hand. His chest was pressed against her shoulder. 

Furthermore, he was breathing heated air into her ear. Mikayla felt extremely uncomfortable. 

She wanted to pull her hand out from his and lean further to the left. However, Jerome was one step ahead. He pressed down on her hand and said sternly, “Stay focused so that 

you can learn properly.” 

Mikayla was at a loss for words. “Just treat him like a free instructor. You’re just using him to practice driving,” she chanted to herself on the inside. 

Then, she followed Jerome’s instructions and adjusted the angle of her car. 

She took this practice session very seriously. Her gaze was focused, and her brows were lightly furrowed. Even her nose was beading with sweat. 

Mikayla’s hands felt very soft, and her hair smelled really nice. 

He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. 

Finally, Mikayla straightened the wheel and began to reverse into the lot. Her car backed into the garage smoothly. 

“I did it!” 

She raised her head in joy. 

She then noticed that Jerome was staring at her. 

His eyes were so dark that she could see her own smile reflected in them. 

Right now, they were so close to each other that they could feel each other’s breaths. 

Mikayla had never been so close to Jerome before, much less in good spirits. 

All of a sudden, her brain stopped working. She stared blankly at Jerome. 

Jerome lowered his head to hers. As his face got closer, she saw his thick lashes and his lips- 

“What are you doing?” 

Right before Jerome’s lips touched hers, Mikaya suddenly returned to her senses. She quickly pushed him away. 

Are you crazy?” she said in embarrassment before hopping off the car. 

She slapped her own forehead a few times. Inside her head, she scolded herself, “You’re hopeless!” 

All he did was come a little closer to her. How had she let herself be bewitched? 

They were on the verge of getting divorced! 

Amy was in the dining room back in the villa, waiting for them to have dinner. 

“Madam, the Miller Manor sent over some lentil soup. Mrs. Miller Senior specially made. it for you two and asked that you finish it.” 

From time to time, Wanda would send them food. 

In the past, Mikayla loved using this excuse to make Jerome come home. But now, she didn’t even want to be in the same room as him. 

At that moment, she heard Jerome coming into the house. She quickly dashed upstairs. 

“Amy, I’m not hungry. I’ll pass this time!” 

“Aren’t you anemic? Come and eat!” Jerome called after her. 

Mikayla ignored him and disappeared upstairs. 

Sir, I’ll leave some food for Mrs. Miller. She can have some if she’s hungry later.” 

Jerome was pissed off by Mikayla’s antics. “If she doesn’t want to eat, then don’t bother leaving her any!” 

Amy didn’t dare say anything. 

Jerome sat down and drank his lentil soup, fuming. He threw his spoon down and said, Leave this here. I’ll have it for supper tonight. 

With that, he went to the study. 

Amy was puzzled. Jerome never ate supper, did he? 

After Mikayla finished taking a shower, she opened her email. 

She saw that Taylor had replied to her email, acknowledging how professional it was. At the same time, he also gave her some reasonable requests. 

Although Taylor seemed like a rich prodigal from afar, he was unexpectedly very efficient when it came to work. 

In order to draft a detailed investment plan, there were still many things to look into comprehensively. Mikayla rubbed her palms, ready to get to work. 

Suddenly, a thud sounded outside her door.