Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 888

Chapter 888

At that, Jeremy seemed slightly regretful. Anxiously taking in the change in Madeline’s expression, he resembled the careful self she used to be with him.

“I’m sorry, Linnie. I shouldn’t have brought up the past. I’m sorry I made you upset again.”

He apologized softly, pressing his lips lightly against the back of her ear.

“I’ll bring you to Adam first thing in the morning to make sure you’re alright. Then I’ll go and settle Cathy’s situation.”

Without waiting for Madeline to nod, he bent down to carry her into his arms.

“It’s getting late. Let’s go to sleep.”

Madeline reached out instinctively to wrap her arms around his neck.

Carrying her into their bedroom, Madeline felt her heart race in a way that reminded her of the first time she married Jeremy.

She had been nervous, moved, and slightly hopeful.

Lying down, Jeremy held Madeline and pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I can finally hug you and have a peaceful sleep, Linnie.”

In the dark of the night, his tone was slightly bewitching as it drifted into her ears.

Lying against his broad chest, Madeline drifted into a dreamless sleep as well.

She went to do a full-body check-up the next day, then an ultrasound.

Adam nodded in understanding and replied, “Take your medication and be on time for your check-ups. As your doctor, your health is my priority.”

Madeline and Jeremy let out a sigh of relief.

Felipe had returned to Glendale last night and was staying in Cathy’s room in his villa the entire time, watching the person he longed for through the security footage.

The more he watched, the more his heart hurt.

Especially when he watched himself ruthlessly push Cathy toward the corner of the table, thus causing her to miscarry.

Felipe took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After getting up, he washed up and got ready to bring Cathy’s ashes to the beach by April Hill. He wanted to gather a few of her favorite clothes and toys before he left, but he found her diary instead when he opened the drawer.

His slender and bony fingers flipped open to the first page, and his vision blurred the second he read the first sentence.