Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 837

Chapter 837

Madeline stood motionlessly at the door and looked at the man who was pointing the gun at her.

Her erratic heart started calming down slowly.

Jeremy was pointing the gun at her, and there was still some wet blood on his palms. There were also splatters of blood on his brown leather jacket.

His eyes were deep as night and filled with killing intent and malice. At this moment, they were staring straight at Madeline heatedly.

He looked just like a demon who had gone through a massacre. A murderous aura was emitting from his every pore. Even so, he still looked extremely handsome.

When he saw that the person who had just walked in was Madeline, the dark aura behind his eyes went away slightly. However, sarcasm started to appear in his eyes instead.

“Are you here to see if I’m dead?” he asked sarcastically and slowly walked toward Madeline. “You’re such a good wife to Felipe. Not only did you hire so many assassins to kill me, but you’ve even come to check for yourself if the deed was done. However, sorry to disappoint you, I’m still alive.”

Madeline could tell that there was a deep misunderstanding between them, but she did not want to waste any time explaining to him.

“Jeremy, leave if you don’t want to die,” she said with a calm expression on her face. “If you don’t leave now, you’ll never get to.”

“Heh.” Jeremy laughed in self-mockery. He put down the gun that was pointing at Madeline and lifted her chin with his bloody hand. “It won’t be too bad to die here. At least my favorite woman is here with me.”

Madeline saw the determination in his eyes.

“Jeremy, do you want to die?” She was feeling anxious for him. “Have you forgotten that you have a son in Glendale? Do you really want to die here?”

“Son? You still remember we have a son, huh? Eveline, do you remember how you used to protect our son even if it meant that you’d die?”

Madeline felt the grievances in her heart almost overflow when he asked her that.

Her eyes were red as she looked at the man’s flaming eyes that were filled with pain. Then, she said, “I haven’t forgotten. How could I?”

Despite her answer, Jeremy did not want to listen to her anymore. His head was filled with the scenes of Madeline defending Felipe and saying how much she loved him.

Madeline felt as if Jeremy had been possessed by the devil. She did not want to see him die under Felipe’s gun, so she wanted to use this chance to tell him that Lillian was still alive.

Jeremy held Madeline’s waist and carried her onto the chopper so that she could sit down.

Before Madeline could have a chance to escape, with a swing of his leg, he got onto the chopper swiftly. After that, he put the helmet on Madeline.

“Jeremy, what are you—”

“If you don’t want anything to happen to your child, hold on to me,” he said firmly, his grandeur overpowering.

Shortly after that, Jeremy started the chopper. When the assassins heard sounds coming from the backdoor and saw Jeremy trying to get away, they pulled out their guns.

Madeline tried to stop them quickly. “Don’t shoot! He’ll kill me! How are you going to explain to Felipe if anything happens to me?”

Those assassins hesitated.

Jeremy looked at the woman in front of him and turned the handle.