Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

“Fabian, are you forcing me to call the cops?” Madeline turned around and looked at him. “Do you want me to inform the police of your crimes of kidnapping my daughter and threatening her safety?”

As Madeline walked toward Fabian who had his back against her, her sharp eyes betrayed a look of remorse.

“Fabian, could it be that you want to walk the same path that your brother and sister had taken? Are you going to keep testing the limit that shouldn’t be tested?”

As Madeline’s voice fell, Fabian turned around abruptly.

He stared straight at Madeline, and at this moment, his eyes no longer showed the friendliness and gentleness from back then. Madeline caught sight of a flash of enmity, rage, and conflict in Fabian’s eyes.

Conflict. He was conflicted.

The look in Fabian’s eyes only calmed down seconds later.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly into a soft smiley.

all the way here to find

decent cafe nearby, would you do

direct and only way in finding Lillian,

of people in the

a cup of black tea

black tea, Mrs. Whitman.” Fabian addressed Madeline in an unfamiliar and distant

frivolous smile and

was no

front of her. She went straight to the point, resuming the original conversation

the way here to F Country to have tea with you. I only

on Madeline’s delicate

and ever since you knew her, that kid has innocently looked to you as her big brother. A

to Madeline with a calm expression and

-year-old’s heart, but you can recklessly hurt my heart, tearing it into pieces? Do I