Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 333

As soon as Meredith said what she said, she felt a chilling, violent wave envelop her entire body in an instant.

She felt cold and could not help but shiver.

While she was still thinking about what Jeremy would do to her, she suddenly felt a tight grip around her neck. In the next second, she lost the ability to breathe freely.

“Je… Jeremy…”

Meredith widened her eyes in shock, looking at the man who was choking her neck in disbelief.

How could it be?

How could he treat her this way?

He was actually strangling her for that b*tch Madeline!

“Do you know what you’ve done? Do you think that you can just do whatever you want because of my liking and my spoiling you?” His cold voice swept toward her like a cold wind, his gaze full of murderous intentions.

Meredith felt that she was about to be strangled to death. She was feeling highly discomforted as she could not breathe.

she said, Jeremy would not let go. Instead, he

if he was Satan who was about to engulf her entirety.

I… It hurts, please let me go. Jeremy,

let go of Meredith the moment she had almost

sat weakly on the ground,

the phrase ‘Jez’ was the word that moved him

very emotionally

Meredith thought about it silently, tears welled

feeling fear, panic, jealousy, and even

Jeremy’s heart, whether it was at the

fact, there had only ever been Madeline in Jeremy’s heart from beginning to

me, then I won’t pursue this issue further.” Jeremy’s voice came from above Meredith’s head without any

be in pain. Her superficial tears accompanied her performance as she said,

hand to hold

love has always been me! Why are you

and said, “I don’t want to repeat these words again. I’ve said that I had only a muddled interest toward you since childhood, but that’s not

she grabbed Jeremy’s trousers, saying, “Jeremy, can we start again? I will listen to you about everything in the future. Let’s let the

Madeline. You hated her the most. She was unchaste, despicable, and shameless. She crawled into your bed through any means in order to get to you, so how could you fall in love with her? It’s just because she’s now dead that you’re only feeling a little sympathetic. How can sympathy be

tightly as if she was possessed, desperately emphasizing that