Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 190

Meredith ran toward them like a madwoman, completely forgetting about her gentle and kind persona in front of Jeremy.

She raised the bottle and aimed it at Madeline’s face.

In the nick of time, Jeremy raised a hand to stop Meredith.

He pulled Madeline behind him. Intoxicated as he may have seemed a moment ago, Jeremy now glared at Meredith with displeasure, completely sober.

“What are you doing?”

Seeing Jeremy protect Madeline had Meredith struggling to keep her anger in check. However, she also knew that tears and acting weak were the only things she could do in this situation.

“I didn’t actually want to hit her, Jeremy. I just don’t want to see this woman always with you.” She complained hurtfully, placing the bottle back down.

“Can’t you tell, Jeremy? She even did plastic surgery to look like Madeline so that she can attract your attention. Jeremy, don’t be fooled by this woman.”

Jeremy turned to look at Madeline’s flawless skin at the words ‘plastic surgery’.

“I had no idea that Miss Montgomery and the future Mrs. Whitman could speak in such an irresponsible manner. My appearance is a gift from my parents. Who are you to accuse me of

words ‘dead woman’

vanished. The pain of losing Madeline and the

have time to throw a tantrum, Miss Crawford, I suggest you use it to think about why I was the first person your fiancé called when he was drunk

“You…”

again, Mr. Whitman. We wouldn’t want this

Madeline

at Madeline’s retreating figure before turning around to

woman’s not

him, but Jeremy

his eyes to stare at her, displeasure swimming in the deep gaze. “How did you know I’d be

no way she would tell him that she had her own people spying him. “I didn’t know you were here, Jeremy. All I knew was that I was worried because I didn’t know where you were. I came here to try

of hurt fell cooperatively from

want another woman to

face when he looked at Meredith’s tearful

realized that the moment Madeline had taken root in his

villa

at all. Sure, it was luxurious and beautiful, but it was also filled with traces of Madeline. Madeline’s death did