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

of his body was pressed completely onto her own and Madeline

while.” Madeline struggled to

the house, the more clearly Meredith could see from the

was probably about to

help you to make a glass

spoke, but as soon as she turned

he muttered to stop

half-lying on the sofa. His gaze was slightly drunk and his cheeks were flushed. His thin lips were whispering softly, “Linnie…”

stared at the drunken

don’t go. Don’t leave me

Linnie.

Meredith was the

as Miss Montgomery, Meredith

at Jeremy

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

to withdraw her hand, but instead

his generous embrace, Madeline’s nose could pick up

her slightly disoriented gaze met Jeremy’s dark and

drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious and attractive, but also appearing to be as gentle