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 me, I

you do me the honour of having a

and only way in

lot of people in the café during the work

cup of black tea latte for

correctly, you like black tea, Mrs. Whitman.” Fabian addressed

had a frivolous smile

that there was no returning to

not drink the steaming coffee in front of her. She went straight to the

I didn’t come all the way here to F Country to

on Madeline’s delicate and

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

a calm expression and picked

recklessly hurt my heart,