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.

to bother at first, but as she thought of Meredith who was outside the window, she simply stretched out her hand to support

body was pressed completely onto her own

here for a while.” Madeline struggled to help

the lights inside the house, the more clearly Meredith could see

was probably about to burst from

make a glass of lemon water to

soon

muttered to

on the sofa. His gaze was slightly drunk and his cheeks were flushed. His thin lips were whispering softly, “Linnie…” Madeline heard Jeremy uttering out this name a few seconds

the drunken

go. Don’t

Linnie.

knowing that Meredith was the one that Jeremy

moment Meredith had snatched her identity as

looked at Jeremy

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

but instead of letting go, Jeremy pulled the unguarded Madeline into his arms

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

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

drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious and attractive, but also appearing