Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 213

Madeline stared at the deep, sea-like eyes in front of her with curiosity. “What’s the matter?”

“I hope that you can help me find out the truth,” Jeremy said the words softly, his deep eyes pleading with anticipation.

After Madeline quietly listened to what Jeremy wanted her to help him with, she was surprised.

She thought for a moment before nodding.

“Okay, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.” Jeremy thanked her.

At this moment, Madeline vaguely saw a faint smile in Jeremy’s eyes, but it was fleeting. Madeline never thought that she could be herself again.

Jeremy took her to the beauty salon. Madeline saw that Jeremy had shown a photo to the stylist, and the stylist nodded to express their understanding.

Madeline did not know what photo Jeremy showed the stylist, but she saw herself in the mirror an hour later.

Her long, dark, and smooth hair set off her clean and elegant face, giving her the illusion of having come from worlds away.

took Madeline to the

wedding home, Madeline’s heart carried mixed emotions, but there was an ironic smile

Jeremy

Three years had passed.

this house again one day, into the bedroom that she had once shared with

soon as she entered, Madeline smelled a faint and unique fragrance. She was familiar with the fragrance of this incense

was sharper than that of ordinary people. When she was bored with designing, she would study some spices and incense to broaden her knowledge

have herself be the pretty dunce who blindly chased

the closet, and the neatly arranged dresses in front of him surprised Madeline a

entered the bedroom just now and saw that there were no changes in the interior inside, she was already a

wear. I’ll wait for you outside.” Jeremy finished speaking, then went

closed and Madeline was the only one left in

before. She stroked them one by one as if she was touching them for the first time again back

her former self’s body was covered in

at this moment,

no matter how you make up for it, you can’t heal those wounds. I will have you remember that all your life, and I’ll make you remember for your entire

Whitman, you can come in

he suddenly opened his tired, black eyes and opened the door