Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113

Madeline froze in place. An indescribable surge of emotions started rippling in her heart.

Her dark world lit up immediately as the hoping light warmed her long-frozen heart.

“Jeremy, Jeremy…”

Madeline was on the verge of breaking down.

Her mind went blank, and she was staring at the man in the crowd.

At the same time, she heard a lot of people whispering around her.

“Isn’t that Mr. Whitman?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“Why did he change his image? Is he wearing colored contacts?”

“He looks pretty good this way. As long as he’s good-looking, he can do anything he wants to his appearance.”

Madeline’s grip on her wine glass tightened when she heard what the guests said.

Did he dye his hair?

Was he wearing color contacts?

She looked at the man in confusion. She had a million thoughts racing in her head and wanted to run toward him.

However, her last ounce of reason stopped her.

She attended this party as Ryan’s wife. The people in the circle knew she and Ryan were husband and wife as well, although nobody knew their marriage was fake.

If she was overly passionate about Jeremy right now, Ryan would become the butt of the joke.

Ryan had helped her with so many things throughout this period, so how could she let other people gossip about him?

“Jeremy, you’re still alive. Jeremy…”

Madeline could not control her emotions anymore. She placed her wine glass down to walk over to that man.

However, Jeremy turned around at the same time. He had received a phone call and was walking toward the door.

“Go. He must’ve missed you,” Ryan smiled and said magnanimously.

“Thank you, Rye.” Madeline thanked and lifted the hem of her dress before walking in the direction where Jeremy left.

Ryan looked at her back and felt a hint of loss in his heart.

‘Eveline, even though the main reason for marrying you was to protect you, you have no idea that I’ve started to develop selfish reasons.’

Madeline walked out of the venue and walked along the red carpet in the corridor.

‘Jeremy, where did you go?”