Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 222

Meredith agreed impatiently. “Don’t worry, Jeremy. I’ll be there on time tomorrow night with my parents.”

“That’s great, then.” Jeremy hung up the phone after saying those last three words.

He looked at the darkened screen, his slender, dewy eyes reflecting a secretive light.

Madeline had gone straight back to the apartment. After entering the house, she saw that Felipe was already up.

He sat at the table by the French windows, wearing loose casual clothes. He was watching the financial news on his phone while elegantly biting on a piece of toast for breakfast.

Seeing that Madeline was back, he gave her a gentle smile. “Miss L.ady’s sales performance is booming. Every piece of jewelry that you’ve designed has become popular. I think you stand a great chance of winning the grand prize for this year’s GMA International Jewelry Design Competition.

“Also, I brought you the fragrance materials you need. You can continue with your dreams and career here with peace of mind.”

Listening to every word Felipe had said, Madeline was grateful. “Thank you, Felipe.”

Felipe smiled faintly. The pair of mysterious eyes showed a gleam of bright light. “What I want is never your thanks.”

soft and warm like a spring

worry, I won’t force you to do anything. As long as you’re happy, I’m willing to be

gentle, smiling face in front of her,

this smile that had scattered the haze

for Felipe’s company and encouragement in the past three years, she would not be

of the

compound with a gift

the butler

was resting in his room, suddenly

to the manor three years ago, but back then, he avoided seeing Old Master Whitman with the excuse of being unwell. Such a thing could

meet Old Master Whitman. She just did not expect to see Eloise and Meredith sitting on the

day… is today? Is everyone

while holding hands, everyone

stairs, saw Madeline and

Jeremy’s uncle, Felipe?” Meredith was suspicious.

with your words. Vera is my fiancée.” Felipe seldom got angry and had always been a gentleman, but

a whoosh. She sneered, “Felipe, you sure know how