Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Carter was certain that the figure’s outline was that of Shirley’s.

His eyes completely lacked emotion as he put on a condescending look.

“Shirley, you came in the end.”

His mocking tone slowly drifted into Shirley’s ears.

Shirley clenched her fists and tried her best to maintain her calm and composure.

However, her heartbeat was still beating rapidly, its tempo revealed her nervousness and uneasiness at this moment.

Upon seeing that Shirley did not speak, Carter walked up to Shirley.

Shirley immediately pretended that she was physically unwell, lowering her head and coughed.

Carter frowned, puzzled by the mask on Shirley, but when he saw her coughing so badly, he intuitively thought that she was wearing the mask because she had the flu.

exactly what Shirley wanted Carter to

cough for a moment, Shirley recomposed herself, then deliberately put on an elegant smile and lifted her eyes, giving off a calm expression as she met Carter’s passionate

an invitation card. How could I let you down?

teasing manner, clearly referring

her fists, her mind currently flooded with images of Ada, using Eveline’s name, locking Shirley up in the basement and

a proud and soft smile emerged on his

is, she’s still my wife, unlike someone who had stayed by

“Hehe. Status?”

into laughter when she

wanted you to give me status? I’ve spoken my mind clearly that day. We were merely using each other. I was pretending

Shirley spoke, there was a sudden

the pain she felt within her, she had no choice but to be harsh to

that seemed lifeless and put

mind accompanying Mr. Gray for some time, unfortunately, your mother’s

“Shirley.” Carter was fuming.