Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676

Jeremy’s facial expressions changed slightly when he heard that.

He knew that who Madeline meant was Felicity, but he did not know what Felicity looked like and was even more surprised that Felicity looked very similar to Madeline.

‘Is she telling the truth?’

Despite his doubts, Jeremy smiled nonchalantly. “I only met Fel after I became blind. I don’t even know what she looks like.”

“Fel? Is that a nickname for her? It seems like your relationship with her must be very good, right?”

“…”

Jeremy pursed his thin lips lightly. He could not tell what Madeline meant, but he smiled and nodded. “Yes, Felicity and I have a very good relationship. We hit it off right after we met. She was the light for me at the end of the tunnel. She allowed me to understand what it’s like to truly love someone.”’

He said something that he did not believe and smiled forcefully.

“Miss Montgomery, if you asked me to come here just to ask if I still love you or not, I’ve already given you the answer. I used to love you, very much, but now… I don’t love you anymore. I love someone else now. Miss Montgomery, you and I are a thing of the past. As you said, we don’t owe each other anything anymore and we should never see each other again.”

He said those cold words without any fluctuations and handed the umbrella in his hand to Madeline.

“It’s getting late. I’m going back, Miss Montgomery. Take this so that you don’t catch a cold and a fever. Those who truly love you will worry about you.”

When Madeline saw him handing the umbrella over to her, she chuckled.

“Since the two of us don’t owe each other anything anymore, I’d like to ask you not to do these unnecessary things.”

She refused indifferently as the raindrops fell on both of their faces and bodies. The cool autumn wind blew by.

Jeremy frowned lightly. ‘Unnecessary things?’

He did not understand, but he soon heard Madeline’s voice ringing in his ears.

“Mr. Whitman, please don’t bother about whether I’ll get sick or not. Don’t take care of me when I get a cold or a fever, and don’t turn around to save me when I fall into the water and am drowning, let alone when I’m burning to death as I fight and struggle with fate.