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.

Meredith who was outside

his body was pressed completely onto her own and Madeline confirmed then that he was really

here for a while.”

the lights inside the house,

Meredith was probably about to burst

Whitman, you’re drunk. I’ll help you to make

spoke, but as soon

muttered to stop

cheeks were flushed. His thin lips were

stared at the

Don’t leave

Linnie.

Meredith was the one that Jeremy was calling

her identity as

at Jeremy and

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

hand, but instead of letting go, Jeremy pulled

his generous embrace, Madeline’s nose could pick up the

and her slightly disoriented gaze met Jeremy’s dark and misty

eyes, his slightly drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious and attractive, but also appearing to