Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1656

Chapter 1656

“Help me?”

“No, not help,” Shirley quickly corrected herself, “I’ll do my part. Don’t worry.”

Carter then nodded his head slightly, satisfied, and observed the flux of emotions on Shirley’s face before slowly getting up. His tall and lean figure walked past Shirley with an air of elegance and nobility. Then, he stopped.

Shirley stood up quickly, only seeing Carter’s back.

“After this task is done, I might consider letting you formally become my wife,” Carter murmured coldly.

After saying that, he sauntered toward the door.

Shirley’s red lips parted slightly from shock, unable to return to her senses for a moment.

Dazed, she stared at Carter’s back as he walked further away. The contour of his body left a clear and memorable mark in her eyes.

Even if it was just a formality, and even if he was just tossing her a fake but beautiful lie, she would still gladly endure the hardship.

“I will definitely get this done!”

Shirley solemnly promised at Carter’s back.

Carter did not stop. He merely continued walking without a second glance.

…

When Jeremy had chased Madeline to St. Piaf, he had not brought much luggage, so there was not much for him to pack.

However, the problem now was that there were no flight tickets back to Glendale for the night. The earliest flight was scheduled for tomorrow evening.

Since it was still early, Jeremy decided to take Madeline outside for a meal.

With the marriage agreement canceled, Madeline felt a lot freer and more relaxed. She too wanted to have a meal with Jeremy, to hold his hands and clear her mind.

As they walked, they sped up until they were running.

The two of them held their hands and darted through the crowd in the bustling street. As they passed multiple dimly lit streetlights in succession during this cold winter night, they suddenly felt as though they were back on campus all those years ago, returning to their teenage years where they could be reckless and indulgent.

However, it was a pity that she had not held his hand, running around during her youthful teenage years.

Madeline felt an ache in her heart, unsure whether her thoughts made her feel regretful.

She thought that feeling would flash past in an instant. Instead, the pain worsened.

Following Madeline’s footsteps, Jeremy slowed down, and he noticed that there was something wrong with Madeline’s complexion.

“Linnie, are you feeling unwell?”

Madeline clutched her chest and lifted her pale face. “Jeremy, my heart’s hurting a lot.”