Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 332

It turned out that Meredith was not Jeremy’s favorite.

It turned out that his favorite was already dead…

“What are you looking for? Do you want me to help you look for it?” Madeline opened her mouth and said calmly. She saw Jeremy’s movements pausing momentarily as if he had only just realized the existence of another living person here.

He stood up slowly, his good-looking appearance covered with indescribable grief and sadness along with a trace of fear while his eyes were filled with a fierce, terrifying light and murderous intent. He looked as if he was afraid that he might not be able to recover something again.

Madeline became even more confused and she asked again while she walked toward him, “Are you alright? What’s going on here?”

“I’ll send you home first.” He finally spoke, and there was no warmth nor emotions that could be sensed from his tone, only the horrifying chill that radiated from him.

Madeline was sent back to the apartment. In the past, Jeremy would usually wait for her to enter the building before he left. Today, however, he drove away immediately after Madeline got out of the car.

She stood in her spot with confusion. Looking at the leaving car, her gaze narrowed.

Who was the woman resting in that grave? She was so important to him that he almost went crazy when he saw that the grave had been destroyed.

the other side, Jeremy was speeding as he drove straight through the Whitmans’

could make an announcement, Jeremy had already rushed into the living

the same time, Meredith was drinking afternoon tea and looking at jewelry with Eloise leisurely.

and ran up to him with a face full of surprise. “Jeremy, you’re here to look

at the face in front of him, his eyes filled with

bamboozled with an innocent expression. “Jeremy, what are you talking about? What did

by this? Rushing here all of a sudden to throw accusations. Is it because Vera

better shut your mouth and don’t let me hear any more slander toward Vera.” Jeremy did not even look at Eloise, his sharp and cold eyes glaring only at Meredith. “I’ll give you a chance to confess. Were you the one who had someone carry out that matter at No. 97, Peace

the address straightforwardly, which was the location of the

widened, filled with confusion. “What No. 97, Peace

disappointment. He then sneered, “Looks like you aren’t going

really don’t know anything,

the night ends, you’ll have to

dropped these words, he

Jeremy!” Meredith chased after him as he went out,

wedding ring he had placed behind the

of anyone else who would hate

her ashes had become his only memory of her.