Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Ada let out a sigh of resignation.

“Carter, I know I tend to be willful and wayward, but I’m not that heartless and cold-blooded. You should go and comfort Ms. Brown. She must be feeling especially…”

Without waiting for Ada to finish her sentence, Carter left her and walked straight to Shirley.

Carter glanced sideways at the charred house which had been burnt down to its frame. His eyebrows drew tight as the burning smell hit his nostrils.

He walked up to Shirley, lowered his body slightly, and was about to speak when Shirley raised a hand unexpectedly and slapped him.

Carter was dumbfounded. His face remained sideways, seemingly did not react, and he stood motionless.

Ada and the servants nearby had witnessed the entire scene, and all of them were shocked.

Carter held the position as the honorable Viscount of St. Piaf; he carried with him the blood of royalty.

Ever since he was a child, who would have dared to move a single strand of his hair?

wheelchair had actually dared

so delicate that even touching it was considered blasphemy, let alone hitting

no intention of becoming his pawn ever again, always cautious around him—an obedient pawn who carried out his every order without dignity

she glared at Carter, who wore a dark expression

Cathy. I’ll make certain that

every word through gritted teeth, expressing

met

to do with me? Shirley, has the

with it? Carter, how can you act like it’s none of your

happened if you hadn’t brought Adam and Cathy here? Would they have died in the fire

reproach left Carter momentarily speechless,

a terrible rage. Ada was also looking forward to it. However, they only

this fire. It’s definitely arson. I’ll investigate

murderer,” Shirley said furiously, glaring at him. She turned her wheelchair around suddenly

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