Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

He lifted his eyes and looked over. He did not see Madeline but saw Evan sitting before him instead.

“When did you sit here?” Fabian looked confused.

Evan pushed his retro, gold -rimmed glasses and lazily leaned back on the sofa.

“I sat down when you were longingly watching that lady leave. What is it? Do you like older girls?”

After hearing this explanation, Fabian’s brows drew together, and he said flatly, “ She’s Lily’s mother.”

There was a slight change in Evan’s eyes upon hearing that. He then looked in the direction where Madeline had left.

“She’s Eveline?” Fabian nodded lightly.

Evan pensively contemplated. “She’s different indeed. I almost ran into her just now, and despite the distance, I could still smell the fragrance on her. A perfumer. Special indeed.”

When Fabian heard that, his brows furrowed further, and his expression darkened further.

brought Evan’s coffee over with a smile. He elegantly took a sip and continued, “I heard what she said before she left. She’s worried about her daughter’s physical condition.

tea latte, which was left untouched and still steaming hot, then gave

no need for

her daughter’s life, and you’re saying ‘there’s no need’. When did you

mocked, though the look on his

the little girl? You asked me to let

did you suddenly change your mind then? Is it possible that you’re imitating that woman,

he asked, Fabian would not speak anything of it. This time, he decided to try his luck again to see whether

still did

the café, and drove straight to the villa. Evan drove

parked, Fabian came

be asleep at this

to the bedside. When he saw the faint blush on Lillian’s cheeks, he could

her seems like you’re looking