Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1811

Carter was certain that the figure’s outline was that of Shirley’s.

His eyes completely lacked emotion as he put on a condescending look.

“Shirley, you came in the end.”

His mocking tone slowly drifted into Shirley’s ears.

Shirley clenched her fists and tried her best to maintain her calm and composure.

However, her heartbeat was still beating rapidly, its tempo revealed her nervousness and uneasiness at this moment.

Upon seeing that Shirley did not speak, Carter walked up to Shirley.

Shirley immediately pretended that she was physically unwell, lowering her head and coughed.

Carter frowned, puzzled by the mask on Shirley, but when he saw her coughing so badly, he intuitively thought that she was wearing the mask because she had the flu.

That was exactly what Shirley wanted Carter to think.

After pretending to cough for a moment, Shirley recomposed herself, then deliberately put on an elegant smile and lifted her eyes, giving off a calm expression as she met Carter’s passionate eyes.

“Mr. Gray, you’ve specially sent me an invitation card. How could I let you down? Your taste is somewhat awful, though, Mr. Gray.”

Shirley said in a teasing manner, clearly referring to Ada.

She silently clenched her fists, her mind currently flooded with images of Ada, using Eveline’s name, locking Shirley up in the basement and torturing her.

When Carter saw Shirley’s matter-of-fact expression, a proud and soft smile emerged on his face.

“Regardless of how awful she is, she’s still my wife, unlike someone who had stayed by my side all so many years and did not obtain any status in the end.

“Hehe. Status?”