Back in Time: Unshackling From Love (Mikayla Davidson) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 

The video call had actually connected! Mikayla was met with a pair of deep, dark eyes, staring at her 

through the screen. 

She was dumbfounded. Hadn’t she declined the call? Why was it connected? 

In the midst of her confusion, she caught Jerome’s gaze shifting to her chest. She quickly regained her composure as her face flushed red. 

“Pervert!” she yelled, slapping the phone off the table. It landed on the carpet with a soft thud. 

“Argh! This is so embarrassing! Mikayla moaned, hands shielding her face. How she wished she could 

Just disappear right there and then 

How could she have pressed the wrong button? She should’ve checked her phone before grabbing her 

gown! 

The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. Not to mention that rascal Jerome had shamelessly 

watched her change without uttering a single sound! 

As Mikayla lamented for her carelessness, she heard Jerome’s hoarse voice drifting out of the phone. 

“I’ve got some matters to take care of. I have the driver come pick you up.” he said. 

The call was still on! Fuming with anger, Mikayla hastily powered off her phone. After calming down, she 

turned it back on and sent a message to Jerome. 

“I’m bringing a friend to the banquet” she texted 

“Who is it?” Jerome questioned. 

“Not telling.” Mikayla replied 

“Give me a good reason to say yes, Jerome demanded. 

“You just peeped at me,” Mikayla declared confidently. 

Jerome appeared startled by her words. A momentary pause hung in the air before he reminded her,” Don’t forget your responsibility as my partner. 

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t forget it even if I tried,” Mikayla scoffed. 

Jerome went silent after that, and Mikayla assumed he had agreed to her request. 

The banquet took place in the classy ballroom at a five–star hotel. As soon as Mikayla stepped out of the car, Mike came over to greet her. 

“Good evening, Mrs. Miller. Mr. Miller is currently attending to the directors of the Miller Group. Let me show you upstairs,” he offered 

“No need to hurry. I’m waiting for someone,” Mikayla answered. 

Looking puzzled, Mike asked, “Who are you waiting for? If it’s Ms. Saunders, she’s already in the ballroom. 

“Not Aubrey.” Mikayla clarified as a black car approached. 

She gestured toward the vehicle and added, “There she is.” 

Mike turned around and saw a woman in her 40s dressed in a purple evening gown stepping out of the 

black car.