Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 311

Hearing that, Meredith did not feel angry this time but smiled instead.

“Vera Quinn, I think you’ve finally gone mad. You dare say this to me without any embarrassment?”

“I wouldn’t be crazy even when you’ve become crazy,” Madeline retorted without being surprised, “Things have already reached this point. Do you still think Jeremy will want you?”

“Bah! Stop dreaming! Do you think that Jeremy will want you even if he doesn’t want me?” Meredith folded her arms and sneered proudly, her eyes full of confidence, “Vera Quinn, let me tell you this. No matter how much you change your appearance, the woman Jeremy loves the most will always be me. I’m irreplaceable!”

Seeing Meredith’s confident and arrogant appearance, Madeline smiled. “Irreplaceable?” she repeated the word meaningfully. She smiled and picked up the expensive red wine, pouring a little to half of it into the glass in front of her.

“A mean, dirty, snake-hearted woman like you is indeed rare in the world. You can indeed be regarded as an ‘irreplaceable’ wonder,” Madeline said leisurely, holding up the wine glass and swaying it gently. She then took a sip.

“B*tch! How dare you say that to me?!” Meredith’s face turned dark in an instant. Hearing Madeline cursing her and then seeing her drinking the wine so leisurely, she was even more annoyed. “I prepared that for my candlelight dinner with Jeremy. How dare you drink it?!”

Meredith stretched out her hand fiercely and pushed Madeline’s hand that was holding the wine glass. A little of the red

that Madeline’s skirt was dirtied, Meredith let out

my feet just like how she was! You’re

her words of triumph when suddenly, a cold liquid was

to realize that Madeline had poured all the red wine in the glass

angry all of a sudden. Her chest was rising and

the liquid ran down her cheeks across her unhealed wound,

I can pour you another glass.” Madeline smiled leisurely, holding the bottle of red wine

steps back while looking incredulously at Madeline who was ‘pouring her

wrong? Don’t you like red wine? Then, you should be satisfied with your own

her eyebrows. She picked up a few of the dishes that had been carefully made by Meredith and poured them all in front of the

about these? Do you like

tonight was ruined but also the table of dishes that had been fed to the floor, she gritted her teeth with anger. Her face seemed to