Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

“Mr. Gray, why are you so mad? I’m merely a chess piece to you. Since we were both using each other, and I didn’t mind such a relationship, then why would you be bothered about it? Could it be that, on the surface, you pretend to be unconcerned about me, but deep down, I’m always in your heart?”

Shirley’s eyes bore a hint of a soft smile, staring into Carter’s eyes.

However, she was conflicted. She was waiting for Carter’s answer, an answer she had longed for, but in the end, all she got was Carter’s sneer.

“In my heart, there’s only my wife now,” Carter replied.

Shirley furiously clenched her fists hiding in her sleeves.

Wife.

He had said it rather smoothly.

“Shirley.” Carter’s cold eyes squinted, a dangerous aura emanating from within. “Shirley, I’ll not let you live your life as you please.”

Shirley’s heart abruptly trembled, but her face continued to smile.

for it, Carter. I’ll wait for the day when you

“Hmph.”

palm, still clutching

I think you’re very clear about the way Ryan

heart was racing. “You plan to kill me as well,

hid a sinister and obscure

come begging

darkened as he

grip, and his cold eyes washed over

could only sit on the sofa, letting

warm temperature brushed the scar on her face, and, as if salt was sprinkled upon it,

turned to look at Shirley. Upon seeing her still sitting on the chair, not budging

emotion had caused the poison to flare up. She had initially thought that she was just feeling pained

was the

immediately flooded her breathing and