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Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 92 – Madeline felt her racing heart calm immediately and the heat leave, her blood cold in her veins.

Haha.

To think that she had actually thought that he was jealous. What ludicrousness.

When it was merely just him being a possessive alpha male, asserting his dominance.

She was merely a prop in his play.

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Madeline smiled mirthlessly, as she felt Jeremy approach from behind. “I shall leave my wife in your hands, Uncle Felipe. Thank you in advance for looking after her,” He thanked Felipe.

Felipe smiled gentlemanly. “Of course.”

While Madeline had not bought another scarf, she did buy a band-aid to cover up the red mark Jeremy left on her.

from

the culprit behind was when no

Meredith, Madeline knew that she must have also

malicious texts, she continued to

while, servants of the Whitmans called

since he had

a stop to buy the Old Master’s favorite muffins before taking the bus to the Whitman

he was met with the sight of Meredith eating fruits lazily on the sofa. Next to her laid Jackson, asleep with his head on

the child had

a prerequisite to the memory of the night her labor was induced and the child she had never gotten the chance to

“Hello.”

no surprise at the sight of

look for the

sharply

grandfather, Meredith. How could you refer to him like that? What if the Whitmans hear

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