Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814

Rain droplets were seen dropping from the sky outside the window, but to him, it was like a heavy downpour.

“I just got up here and saw her looking very down as she made her way out from here. Did something just happen?” Yvette set foot into the study room. Looking worried, she walked to Jeremy who was not speaking a single word. “Are you alright?”

“She said she hates me, to a point she wishes for me to be dead.” Jeremy raised his pair of orbs that were reddened. His eyes were brewing with dissatisfaction and sorrow as he said, “She’s pregnant with Felipe’s kid. It seems like she really doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Perhaps she has her hardship that she can’t speak off.” Yvette comforted.

“What sort of hardship will make her willing to order so many people to kill me?” Jeremy smirked. He then turned around and added, “That day in F Country, if it hadn’t been for you, I might already be dead.”

“I was saving myself while rescuing you at the same time.” Yvette let out a smile. “They might be leaving already. Do you want to see her off?”

“What’s the point of doing so? She doesn’t even want to take a glance at me.” Jeremy chuckled. “You should go. You might want to meet him.”

Speechless, Yvette stared at Jeremy before heading downstairs.

Seeing that Madeline and Felipe were about to leave, Yvette went over with a smile. “Jeremy is drunk and is resting in the room. I’ll take over his place and see you two off.”

Madeline had already spun around but quickly turned back when she heard Yvette’s voice.

Once again, she found the face very familiar but just could not figure out who she was.

Felipe looked at Yvette almost absentmindedly.

However, he did not comment. Instead, he grabbed onto Madeline’s waist and spun around.

Silently, Yvette watched as the towering silhouette left with her lips curled.

‘You’re right, Felipe. We have met each other before.

‘It turns out that you’re still able to sense some familiar feelings from this face of mine. Should I be grateful that I’m still living in your memories?’