Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 1552

Madeline hurried over and saw that the door of the room was opened. She lifted her eyes to look into the room and suddenly displayed a shocked, worried look on her face.

She did not hesitate before running inside. She charged to the end of the bed and picked up Pudding who was lying on his stomach while playing alone on the rug.

“Pudding, why are you here alone?” Madeline picked up the child and felt that it had been a long time since she took care of this child.

Pudding blinked his clear and innocent big eyes. Then, he smiled foolishly at Madeline while looking at her.

“M-Mommy,” the little boy called out childishly.

Madeline felt her heart warming up. She lifted her hand to caress the child’s hair.

“Good boy, Pudding.” Madeline praised. When she wanted to lower her head to kiss the little guy, she remembered that she was wearing a mask, so she got rid of this idea. “Pudding, tell me, why are you here alone? Where are your grannies?”

“G-Gran…” the little boy said the word ‘granny’ ambiguously. His speech was limited since he was only about a year old, after all.

“Pudding, are you hungry?”

his head and

in this room and the

a fit of pique while feeling dissatisfied. “Let’s forget about your daddy. Mommy will

was at it and turned around to walk out of the room

the bathroom that was attached to the room, and he was recalling what Madeline said to their son just now. A

‘Linnie.’

living room downstairs and played with the little child

how Meredith had held a fruit knife and slashed his face. When she thought about the blood pouring out of his face back then, she would still feel as if

the moment they were born, except for Jackson. She had never

“Mommy, hungry.”

to Madeline’s feet and blinked his clear

little boy and quickly yet expertly made the milk. After testing the

heart was filled with joy when she watched the little boy holding the bottle while drinking

my mother-in-law well, but you also know how to take care of

appeared and said slowly as he walked

take care of your son, Mr. Whitman? You just left

then walked to

hadn’t done that, how would I be able to see