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.

no matter what she said, Jeremy would not let go. Instead, he

eyes were dark and treacherous at the moment, looking as if he was Satan who was about to engulf her entirety. His ice-cold aura

I… It hurts, please let me

go of Meredith the moment

the ground, greedily breathing

was the word that moved him the most in the

enough, he was very emotionally

thought about it silently,

feeling fear, panic, jealousy, and even more

occupied Jeremy’s heart, whether it was at the

Madeline in Jeremy’s heart from beginning

I won’t pursue this issue further.” Jeremy’s

superficial tears accompanied her

to hold onto Jeremy’s trousers as

has always been me! Why are

annoyance 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

heartbreakingly. She stood up as she grabbed Jeremy’s trousers, saying, “Jeremy, can we start again? I will listen

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 regarded as love? The

tightly as if she was possessed, desperately emphasizing that the