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.

Jeremy was speeding as he drove

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

with Eloise leisurely. When they saw Jeremy appear all of a

was shocked and ran up to him with a face full

looked at the face in front of him, his eyes

you talking about? What did I do? I’ve been with my mother these days and haven’t been anywhere else.

to throw accusations. Is it because Vera has said something again? That b*tch really likes to cause

even look at Eloise, his sharp and cold eyes glaring only at Meredith.

straightforwardly, which was the location of the

eyes widened, filled with confusion. “What No. 97, Peace Street? Jeremy, I really don’t know what you’re talking

were then filled with disappointment. He then sneered, “Looks like you aren’t going to

don’t know anything,

don’t confess the truth to me before the night ends, you’ll have

words, he then turned away

as he went out, but Jeremy was still walking

the wedding ring he had placed behind the tombstone were also missing

could not think of anyone else who

his