Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 774

Madeline sat in front of the makeup mirror and put on some light, simple makeup on herself. She gently pulled back her long hair on both sides and finally put on the wedding dress.

“Mom, you’re so pretty. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Jackson blinked his large and clear glass-like eyes. They were full of admiration and love.

Madeline smiled and tapped the tip of Jackson’s nose. “You’re also the most endearing little bun I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not a bun. I’m Mommy and Daddy’s baby.” Jackson corrected seriously.

Looking at his simple and cute face, Madeline’s heart felt a little twinge of pain.

‘Lilliam, if you were here today, we would have a complete family of four.’

Madeline turned and opened the door. The makeup artist saw that Madeline had changed her makeup and was surprised. “Miss Montgomery, what about your styling and makeup—”

“I just tried on the wedding dress. I didn’t think the style before was suitable, so I changed it myself.”

The makeup artist nodded and did not dare to say anything about Madeline. He just looked at Madeline’s face, inexplicably revealing a look of astonishment. “Miss Montgomery is indeed more beautiful in this makeup and style. I think you look much more beautiful than before.”

Madeline smiled. “Thank you.”

was also unhesitant and helped Madeline fix the

the mirror, Madeline

once again recalled the scene from before when she had married Jeremy. At the time, she had a longing in her heart

days seemed

now, it had

in through the door, seemingly having waited for a long time. He was

seemed to have been

was a dreamy veil covering her head but it hardly concealed her beautiful and

heartstrings seemed to have already been quietly moved

to him. “Jeremy, I’m ready.

but his eyes never moved away

hall, Jeremy could not help but

heart, and his heartbeat became anxious just like a

to Felicity? Do you think I’m

heard this. “I don’t think you lied to

“Hm?”

be close to you,” Jeremy said frankly

“…”