Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 232

Jeremy locked eyes with Madeline’s beautiful ones with guarantee. He then raised his wine glass.

“This is to apologize for the one who slapped you earlier,” Jeremy said before proceeding to finish the red wine in the glass. He then poured another glass. “This is to celebrate my acquaintance with such an excellent woman like Miss Vera.”

He spoke while he drank several glasses one after another.

The night became darker and darker. The rain had gradually weakened as well while Jeremy was done drinking the whole bottle of red wine.

His originally fair face was now flushed with slight tipsy redness, and his long, narrow, and alluring eyes were dazed from the alcohol’s effect.

“The future Mrs. Whitman, let me send you back.” Jeremy stood up, but obviously, he was already drunk.

“Mr. Whitman, you should rest. I’ll have Felipe come pick me up.”

“Him?” Jeremy laughed with a low voice. His low magnetic voice was filled with a kind of sexy charm.

He smiled and looked at Madeline. The halo of the crystal lamp had blurred his vision at the moment, and the face in front of him was the face of his dreams.

“I’ll send you off.” Jeremy insisted as he got up and walked toward Madeline.

However, his footsteps were feeble. His upright body was swaying and he was about to fall down before he reached Madeline.

did not want to bother at first, but as she thought of Meredith who was outside the window, she simply stretched

of his body was pressed completely onto her own and

a while.” Madeline struggled to help him onto

knew that the brighter the lights inside the house, the more clearly Meredith could see from the

Meredith was probably about to burst from

to make a glass

hand back as she spoke, but as soon

muttered to stop

cheeks were flushed. His

stared at the

go. Don’t

Linnie.

that Meredith was the one that Jeremy was

Meredith had snatched her identity as Miss Montgomery, Meredith also obtained another

looked at

Meredith. It seems that the cancelation of your marriage contract to her is just a cover? How could you, Mr. Whitman, possibly be willing

man and had wanted to withdraw her hand, but instead of letting go, Jeremy pulled the unguarded Madeline into

his generous embrace, Madeline’s nose could

raised her head, and her slightly disoriented gaze met Jeremy’s

narrowed his slender and alluring eyes, his slightly drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious