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.

as he drove straight through the

an announcement, Jeremy had already

afternoon tea and looking at jewelry with Eloise leisurely. When they saw Jeremy appear all of a sudden,

him with a face full of

front of him, his eyes filled with coldness.

looked bamboozled with an innocent expression. “Jeremy, what are you talking about? What did I do? I’ve been with my mother these days

accusations. Is

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

which was the

with confusion. “What No. 97, Peace Street? Jeremy, I really don’t know what

filled with disappointment. He then sneered,

really don’t know anything,

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

Jeremy dropped these words, he then turned

went

ring he had placed behind

not think of anyone else who would

already dead and her ashes had become his only memory of her. Now, however, even