Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 232 – Jeremy locked eyes with Madeline’s beautiful ones with guarantee. He then raised his wine glass.

“This is to apologize for the one who slapped you earlier,” Jeremy said before proceeding to finish the red wine in the glass. He then poured another glass. “This is to celebrate my acquaintance with such an excellent woman like Miss Vera.”
He spoke while he drank several glasses one after another.

The night became darker and darker. The rain had gradually weakened as well while Jeremy was done drinking the whole bottle of red wine.

His originally fair face was now flushed with slight tipsy redness, and his long, narrow, and alluring eyes were dazed from the alcohol’s effect.

“The future Mrs. Whitman, let me send you back.” Jeremy stood up, but obviously, he was already drunk.

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“Mr. Whitman, you should rest. I’ll have Felipe come pick me up.”

“Him?” Jeremy laughed with a low voice. His low magnetic voice was filled with a kind of s**y charm.

He smiled and looked at Madeline. The halo of the crystal lamp had blurred his vision at the moment, and the face in front of him was the face of his dreams.

“I’ll send you off.” Jeremy insisted as he got up and walked toward Madeline.

However, his footsteps were feeble. His upright body was swaying and he was about to fall down before he reached Madeline.

Madeline did not want to bother at first, but as she thought of Meredith who was outside the window, she simply stretched out her hand to support Jeremy.

onto her own

for a while.” Madeline

the lights inside the house, the more

was probably about

help you to make a

her hand back as she spoke, but as soon as

muttered to

on the sofa. His gaze was slightly drunk and his cheeks were flushed. His thin lips were whispering softly, “Linnie…” Madeline heard

at the

don’t go. Don’t leave me

Linnie.

one that Jeremy was calling for.From the moment Meredith

at Jeremy and

of your marriage contract to her is just a cover? How could you, Mr. Whitman, possibly be willing to

the drunk man and had wanted to withdraw her hand, but instead of letting

his generous embrace, Madeline’s nose could pick up the familiar cold fragrance.She suddenly raised her head, and her slightly disoriented gaze

his slender and alluring eyes, his slightly drunk gaze seemingly like a bottomless pool—mysterious

this, Madeline’s gaze

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