Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1683

Chapter 1683

Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat at Adam’s sudden pause, but he quickly calmed down.

“Linnie and I have been through a lot together, so there is nothing I can’t handle. Tell me what’s going to happen next, Adam.”

“I’ve just talked to Shirley,” Adam said. “Judging from what she had said, and the symptoms of Eveline’s flare-up, the symptoms may differ each time she experiences a flare-up. Furthermore, it might worsen each time.”

It might worsen each time.

Those words felt like heavy rocks crashing down on Jeremy’s heart. His eyebrows tightly knitted together as he looked at Madeline, who had now fallen asleep…

Madeline slept for the entire afternoon. When she woke, she saw Jeremy staring at her with a gentle gaze.

She had always been aware of the circumstances right before she fell asleep. Before Jeremy could speak, Madeline spoke instead, comforting him. “Jeremy, don’t worry. I’m fine.”

After hearing Madeline’s comforting words, Jeremy felt even more distressed.

He sat on the bed and raised his hand, softly stroking Madeline’s delicate cheeks. “Linnie, sometimes I’d truly hope that you could be coquettish and complain like those ignorant little ladies. I truly don’t want you to be so compassionate. You’re obviously the one who is suffering, yet you’re the one who is comforting me.”

Madeline smiled slightly. “You’re so weird, Mr. Whitman. Most men want their women to be considerate, gentle, and thoughtful, yet you’re the complete opposite. Do you want me to behave like a little lady, acting coyly and without restraint?”

“I hope so. I truly hope so.” Jeremy held Madeline’s hand tightly, holding them in his palms, and kissed them. “Linnie, you are too thoughtful, in the past and the present. That is why I hope you’d be less thoughtful in the future.”

Madeline understood what Jeremy meant by “less thoughtful”. She smiled and nodded. “Okay, I got it. I’ll try to make myself into a ‘less thoughtful’ little lady in the future.”

Jeremy pressed his lips into a smile. He bowed his head close to Madeline, dropping a light kiss on her somewhat pale lips.

“Linnie, I made you suffer again because of me.” He lowered his voice, his words ridden with guilt.

Madeline smiled, shaking her head. “Have you forgotten, Mr. Whitman? We are husband and wife, and the husbands and wives should stick together, through thick and thin.”