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.

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

onto her own and Madeline

while.” Madeline struggled to help

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

was probably about

drunk. I’ll help you to make a glass of lemon water

spoke, but as soon

he muttered

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

go. Don’t leave me

Linnie.

lips, knowing that Meredith was the one that

her identity as Miss Montgomery, Meredith also obtained another

looked at

marriage contract to her is just a cover? How could you, Mr. Whitman, possibly be willing

drunk man and had wanted to withdraw her hand, but instead of letting

suddenly into his generous embrace, Madeline’s nose could pick up

suddenly raised her head, and her slightly disoriented gaze

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