Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 38

Madeline went back to the house. She wanted to leave after packing some clothes. However, when she saw the baby clothes on the sofa, she could not help but hold them in her hands while feeling reluctant.

When she remembered that Jeremy was the one who bought these baby clothes for Meredith, she felt a pang of indescribable pain in her chest.

She touched her three-month pregnant stomach. She could feel tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

However, Madeline wiped away her tears quickly.

She hated herself for failing to live up to expectations. That man was so cruel to her and yet she was still deeply worried and longing for this man who she could not get.

Madeline took a set of baby clothes and went downstairs. However, she did not expect to run into Jeremy and Meredith at the door.

When she saw Meredith walking over while holding Jeremy’s hand intimately, Madeline’s heart started hurting as if it was being stabbed by a million needles.

“Maddie, where are you going?” Meredith asked while blinking innocently. She looked at the bags in Madeline’s eyes and pretended to be curious. “Eh, Maddie, when did you go to the maternity shop? Do you want to give my baby a present?”

Madeline had never seen a mistress who had so much courage like Meredith before.

She peered at Meredith in disgust. “You’re proud of being pregnant with the child of a wedded man. Meredith, you’re so thick-skinned.”

Meredith’s face fell. She looked at Jeremy aggrievedly. “Jeremy, I think I should go home. I’m worried that Maddie will get jealous again. It’s fine if she hurts me, but if she hurts our child, I’m worried that I won’t be able to keep him.”

She was saying that innocently, but she was obviously trying to enrage Jeremy.

“You’re not the one who should leave.” Jeremy looked at Madeline with an icy gaze. “Scram. Don’t ever appear in Mer’s vision anymore.” He warned coldly. Then, he pointed at the baby clothes Madeline was holding.

“I bought those for Meredith’s child. Who allowed you to touch them? Don’t you know how filthy you are? How is my son going to wear the clothes you’ve touched?”