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Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

The voice was familiar and her nerves were telling her that the owner of this voice extremely repulsed her.

She tilted her eyes up and looked over. The lights in the corridor were very bright and Madeline could clearly see Tanner’s ugly, wretched face appearing in her sight.

When Tanner was drunk, he thought that this woman only looked a little familiar after looking at her side profile. However, now that he could see Madeline’s face clearly, he was instantly shocked! He backed up again and again, and as a result, both his feet tripped. He fell on all fours.

Madeline stood calmly at the door of the room, watching Tanner turning pale with fright. He looked like he was crawling backward in a panic, and she smiled brightly with the corners of her beautiful lips.

“Sir… Is something the matter?” she asked with a puzzled smile on her beautiful face. “Are you okay? Do you want me to help you up?”

Tanner looked at her, his eyes widening in horror. “Ma-Madeline! Don’t come over!”

‘Don’t come over?

‘Hmph!’

Madeline smiled even more brilliantly and walked toward him. “Why is this gentleman so scared? I’m a human, not a ghost. Why are you—”

“Ghost! You’re a ghost! Madeline, you’re a ghost! Don’t come over! Don’t come to me. I told a lie at best. I didn’t do anything to you. I’m not the one who killed you. If you want, go to Meredith! Don’t come to me!”

After Tanner was done roaring at Madeline, he ran away.

It was as if he would have been killed by Meredith’s ghost in a second.

Madeline snorted funnily whilst looking at Tanner’s back.

She had never done anything against her conscience in her life, but she was tortured until her body was incomplete and bloody.

These people who had hurt and bullied her, instead of getting any retribution, still went to nightclubs to drink and dance as usual.

Thinking about Tanner’s horrified response just now, Madeline curled her lips slightly, already planning one of the links to her revenge.

She turned around and finally pushed open the heavy room door in front of her.

Finally, Madeline called his name, a name that had appeared in her heart countless times. She had also thought that this name would remain in her heart forever like an ivy until the day she died.

Yet during the time when she was really about to die, she then realized that she had been chasing the love of her life, but it was just a dream bubble of a person.

With an indifferent gaze, Madeline looked at the man who was breathing steadily and sleeping serenely in front of her. Then, she smiled softly.

‘Jeremy, it’s true that I loved you back then, but it’s also true that I don’t love you anymore.’

Just then, a phone’s ringtone rang out. The room was quiet, so the ringtone was very clear.

Madeline lowered her gaze and saw Jeremy’s mobile phone vibrating incessantly. Her sixth sense was telling her that this call was most likely from Meredith.

She stretched her hand out without hesitation and was just about to swipe the answer button when her palm was suddenly held tightly.

Madeline was startled and looked sideways, not wanting to run into Jeremy’s deep and hazy eyes.

Somehow, Madeline’s heart was beating fast, but she smiled calmly. “Mr. Whitman, are you awake? I originally wanted to answer the call for you, but since you’re awake, you can answer it yourself.”

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