Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 755

Chapter 755

Staring at the hopeful yet slightly anxious peach blossom eyes, Madeline replied calmly, “Let’s bet whether our destiny ends here, or if it’s meant to pick up where we left off.”

‘Pick up where we left off.’

The six words sparked joy unlike any other in Jeremy’s eyes.

She was giving him a chance!

“How will we bet, Linnie?” Confident, he asked impatiently.

After all, he was certain that they were destined to be.

He became elated when he heard Madeline speak. “We’ll return by ourselves, each taking a separate path. If we manage to meet by the hotel entrance in less than five minutes of each other, I’ll take it that we’re still destined.”

“Alright.” Jeremy agreed quickly.

Leaving the dessert shop, he stared at her reluctantly. “Can I hug you again, Linnie?”

“What’s this? Are you afraid that we’ll never see each other again?” Madeline teased.

“Of course not.” Jeremy denied it. The only reason he felt the desire to hug her was because of the conversation she had with Ava.

He had spent every moment over the past years loving this person who mattered the world to him.

“Then we’ll each take our own paths. Fate will guide us.” Madeline then turned around coolly without giving Jeremy another glance.

Watching her walk away, Jeremy’s eyes were filled with warmth. “We’ll definitely meet again, Linnie.”

Walking to the corner of the street, Madeline hailed a cab. She glanced at the spot they had parted from before she got into the car, realizing that Jeremy was no longer standing there.

‘Whether we still have the chance to start over will depend on this, Jeremy,’ she thought to herself before getting into the car decisively.

It was too late when Madeline realized that something was wrong for someone had approached her from behind.

“Please get in the car, Miss Quinn.”

The man behind her was the very person who shooed her and Jeremy away this morning.

They had found the both of them out already.

Madeline was not frantic, nor did she compromise. “What if I refuse to get in?”

“You must. Unless you don’t want to know the truth behind your daughter’s tragic death.” Felicity quirked her red lips pridefully.

While the appearance before her eyes was a replica of her own, Madeline found herself unfamiliar and disgusted by the other’s eyes and wicked smile.

She had never worn such an expression herself, so to see Felicity show such expression with her face, Madeline felt a gust of abhorrence surge up within her.