Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 215

Seeing Tanner charge over, Madeline thought of the atrocities he had done to her.

After a flash of a moment, when she had finally reacted to counterattack, a gust of wind roared from behind her all of a sudden.

Jeremy’s warm palms held onto her shoulders tightly, bringing her to the side.

Madeline was instantly surrounded by a familiar yet unfamiliar warm breath. Before she could see clearly, she saw Tanner swiping the air before hitting the tree. It was followed by Jeremy’s right hand twisting him around.

Tanner suddenly screamed, “Ow, ow!” However, Jeremy did not let up. He lifted his foot to Tanner’s knee and kicked him viciously, forcing Tanner to kneel down before kicking him away.

Madeline thought that Jeremy wanted to continue to teach Tanner a lesson, but he suddenly hugged her tightly, worried.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here. I won’t let anyone bully you again.”

His gentle voice slipped into her ears like water in the night. It was so unbelievably gentle, carrying a trace of tension and worry as if he was really worried that she would be hurt.

her eyes blankly,

fell from the sky, then densely. It was accompanied by the late summer breeze. It was

close to her and penetrated into her skin through their

distance, she could hardly tell if it was her own heartbeat or

almost lost in a daze, the pain from her invisible wounds made Madeline sober. “Mr. Whitman, if you continue doing this, I’ll get angry,” she spoke softly,

he had just walked back from

softly in her ear, then let go of his

grabbed Tanner, who had wanted to run, and pushed him to the tree. His deep black eyes pierced Tanner like a poisonous

open a little and his tone was cold. “The kidnapping of my son. Who did it and what did they

his swollen mouth and stretched his trembling

who contacted me and asked me to kidnap your son!” He was completely denying what he said at the dinner party

such a sudden change

furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his strong arm against

Jeremy’s sharp black eyes, he could not help but shudder. “Whi… Mr. Whitman, it really is Madeline! I’m not lying!” He pointed at the silent Madeline. “Madeline, don’t think just because you’ve become a ghost that I’m afraid of you!

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