Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1802

Evan looked at Jeremy’s back as Jeremy left in a hurry, and Evan felt puzzled. “Fab, what did Jeremy inject her with earlier? Why does it seem more effective than a sedative? Would Eveline be able to recover with this single injection?”

Fabian glimpsed at Jeremy’s outline as Jeremy got further away, then frowned. “Recover? If it’s anything like that from last time, I don’t think it’d be that easy to completely recover.”

“Anything like that from last time?” This piqued Evan’s curiosity again.

However, Fabian dared not continue. He no longer wished to mention the unpleasant thing Lana had done in the past.

Jeremy had previously rushed throughout the night without settling down. Currently, he rented a room in a hotel nearby.

When he was renting a room, the customer service lady, at the sight of the unconscious Madeline in Jeremy’s hands, had thought that Jeremy had ill intentions toward Madeline until Jeremy presented a photo of his and Madeline’s marriage certificate. The customer service lady then proceeded with the rental.

After carrying Madeline to the room, Jeremy kept staying by her side.

He still felt perturbed, unsure whether Madeline would recover once she woke up.

On a couple of previous occasions, Madeline had never passed out after the injection, but this time, she was out cold.

“Linnie, I hope you’ll no longer hate me once you wake up.”

Jeremy held Madeline’s hand and gently kissed it. He looked at Madeline, his eyes heavy with unease and insecurity.

He was truly terrified of Madeline’s coldly gazing at him. Her gaze made Jeremy feel as if his presence were unimportant. Her gaze was as painful as a knife piercing his heart.

Jeremy had not expected the poison to be this terrifying.

It not only tormented one’s body but their emotions and soul as well.   

In Glendale.

Shirley sat in a wheelchair facing the dressing table.