Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157

He asked back with a meaningful tone.

Madeline did not want to waste her time analyzing the man, so she walked around him.

As she brushed past his shoulder, Ryan reached out to grab her arm.

Madeline struggled, but Ryan’s strength overpowered hers. As Madeline fought against his hold on her, Ryan grabbed her shoulder and pressed her against the wall in front.

“What do you want?!” Madeline glared at Ryan.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ryan replied, his gaze locking on a struggling Madeline with a mysterious look in his eyes. He suddenly asked, “Do you want Jeremy to live, Eveline?”

Madeline’s expression shifted. “What are you trying to say?”

Ryan was calm. “You should know by now that Jeremy hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“…”

The certainty in Ryan’s voice chilled Madeline.

He had to be following her or he could not be so certain.

“There’s a very high chance that the poison in his body will mutate. He may be fine now, but he’s a ticking time bomb.”

Madeline suddenly pushed Ryan away. “What do you get from telling me all of this? You can’t possibly be telling me that you have the antidote.”

Ryan shook his head. “I don’t, but someone else does.”

Hope sparked in Madeline’s eyes, but she was still suspicious of Ryan’s claim.

Reading the suspicion in Madeline’s eyes, he replied with certainty, “That person is Adam Brown.”

Madeline stared disappointedly at the man. “I must’ve been blind to think that you were a good man, Ryan.”

“Everyone has their own way of dealing with things, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with mine.” Ryan disagreed and deepened his smile. “So, would you like to play a game with me? If you win, Jeremy lives. But if you lose, the countdown to Jeremy’s death will start and no one will be able to save him.”

Ryan loosened his grip on Madeline as he continued, “I’ve indeed fallen for you, not to mention that you’ve helped me in my lowest moments. So I can promise that I won’t hurt you. You have one minute to think about it. Will you come home with me and continue to be my Mrs. Jones, or will you—”

Slap!

Madeline summed up her strength to land a hit across Ryan’s face before he could finish speaking.

Her sharp brows were knitted together as a displeased look surfaced on Ryan’s features.

Unafraid, Madeline raised her hand to slap him again.

However, Ryan caught her hand this time and stared at her with his piercing gaze.