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Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 227 – Madeline did not think she
cared about Jeremy giving roses to other women. She just was not reconciled.
Jeremy’s car went straight all the way. There were gradually lesser cars along this road.
In order to avoid being found out by him, Felipe stretched the distance very far.
After about 20 minutes, Madeline saw Jeremy’s car had stopped.
However, the place he parked his car made Madeline and Felipe feel confused.
“A cemetery?”
Jeremy had actually come to a cemetery.
Why would he come to this place while carrying a bouquet of roses?
Furthermore, this cemetery was exactly where she once buried her grandfather and her first child. It was also the
place where he had cruelly k****d their child in front of her. Madeline’s heart trembled fiercely thinking about it.
The snow floating in the sky on that fateful day seemed to float into her heart at this moment, so cold.
She would never forget how desperate and helpless she was when she pleaded with him. Yet, he ignored her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpleading and tears, ruthlessly cutting up her heart a thousand times. In the end, he even let Meredith disfigure her.
“Do you want to follow him in?” Felipe asked.
Madeline suddenly withdrew her thoughts and shook her head. “There aren’t many people here and not many cars
either. If I follow him, he’ll surely realize.”
“Then we wait?”
Madeline was silent upon hearing this.
Did she want to wait?
However, what was she waiting for?
The cemetery was so big that Jeremy’s figure could no longer be seen.
What could she get from waiting here?
“Your hands are cold.” Felipe held her hands again. “Is it because you’re thinking of the unhappy things in the
past?”
His voice was as soft and warm as ever, quietly trickling through her injured heart.
Hearing Madeline’s silence, Felipe curled his lips. His fingertips gently patted the hair beside her ear. “Don’t worry,
you have me.”
…
At the cemetery.
Holding 88 red roses, Jeremy walked along the familiar road and finally came to a tomb.
Looking at the name carved on the tombstone, he reached out and gently grazed over each word as though he was
able to sense her warmth this way, but the coldness on his fingertips reminded him that everything was just his
illusion and fantasy.
Jeremy put down the roses and lit a cigarette as usual. Sitting on a stone bench by the side, the lingering smoke
was blown away, but the gentle breeze blurred the tombstone in his eyes.
The moment when he believed that Madeline and Tanner had partnered to kidnap Jack and the scene of him cruelly
pushing her away emerged clearly in his mind.
The rain had been so heavy that day.
Now that he thought about it, she was already sick with such a serious illness back then. Her body had to be in so
much pain.
She had said, “Jeremy, believe me.”
She had also said, “Jeremy Whitman, why can’t you just believe me for once? Just once!”
In the end, he used all kinds of insults to pinch out the hope in her eyes bit by bit.
He had actually seen her pale face from the rear-view mirror, sitting in the rain like a broken doll.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had also felt his heart aching at that time but thought his heartache was over Meredith. He never realized that it
was her he was feeling a heartache over.
Hiss.
The pricking sensation pulled Jeremy’s thoughts back from three years ago.
Letting the cigarette butt b**n, he quietly looked at the tombstone in front of him and smiled bitterly.
“I regret it. Do you hear me?”
He lifted the corner of his lips, his eyes starting to feel sore.
He never thought that after Madeline died that he would have a tough time every night and that he would be
thinking of her all the time.
He slowly got up and walked to the tombstone. Crouching down, he reached into his pocket and took out that dark
blue velvet jewelry box.
Opening it, the diamond reflected a bright halo under the sun.
“Do you like it? I designed it for you.” Jeremy smiled to himself. “She looks like you and I keep on having illusions,
but not anymore. You are you, and she is her.”
After promising this, he gently stuffed the jewelry box into the gap beside the tombstone.
“Linnie… Can I call you this from now on?” he asked, but the answer he received was only the rustle of the
branches after a breeze blew past.
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