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.

but as she thought of Meredith who was outside the window, she

body was pressed completely onto her own and

a while.”

also knew that the brighter the lights inside the

was probably about to

make a glass of lemon water to sober you

but as soon as she turned around, her wrist was clasped tightly

muttered to

sofa. His gaze was slightly drunk and his cheeks were flushed. His thin lips were whispering softly, “Linnie…” Madeline

at the drunken

don’t go. Don’t leave

Linnie.

tightened her pink lips, knowing that Meredith was the

the moment Meredith had snatched her identity as Miss

at Jeremy and

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

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

nose could pick

and her slightly disoriented gaze met Jeremy’s dark

his slightly drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious and