Chapter 196
Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife
Jeremy felt a rush of unease wash over him when he recognized the sarcasm and disdain in Madelineâs eyes.
Pursing his lips, his gaze drilled into Madelineâs eyes.
âAs such, itâd be great if you would stop looking for me, Mr. Whitman. I really donât want to be treated as the dead again.â Madeline rejected him indifferently.
âIt wonât happen again.â
Jeremy parted his lips to say after a moment of silence.
With his gaze fixated on her, he bent his head to lean closer to her.
âI promise you, it wonât happen again.â
Madeline chuckled lightly. âAre you admitting to testing me the other day, Mr. Whitman?â
Jeremy remained silent under her inquisitive tone.
Perhaps so. While the entire world was privy to how shamelessly in love Madeline was with Jeremy, Jeremy was the only one who knew he loved her back.
The truth was, Jeremy had lost his mind the other day. He was not testing her, no. He had fantasized that she was still aliveâ¦
Yet, that was all it was. A fantasy.
Now, he was awake.
He would not fantasize the woman before him to be the one in his heart.
Madeline took Jeremyâs quietness as silent admittance.
Softly, she scoffed. âWith that being said, I shall accept your invite, Mr. Whitman. After all, offending you would do no good to my days in Glendale.â
Reluctant as Madeline seemed, Whitman Corporationsâ anniversary was an event she needed to attend!
After all, she was going to reveal the other side of Meredith in front of the celebrities gathered.
After accepting Jeremyâs invitation, Madeline quickly mailed it off anonymously to someone else.
After that, she went to the counter of a store to pick up the gown she had ordered from the internet.
What a small world it was. After entering the store, Madeline was met with the sight of Meredith who was being served enthusiastically by several assistants. She did not even realize Madelineâs presence.
âThese are all the latest styles from last week, Miss Montgomery. Especially these few here, Iâd say they match your aura very well.â The shop assistants praised with smiles.
Meredith took the dresses to check the price tags. âThis wonât do. This is too cheap for a person of my status. Donât you have something more expensive?â
âYes, yes, of course! This way, please!â Elated by Meredithâs desire for more expensive outfits, the shop assistants immediately brought her to a side for more options.
âWhat about this style, Miss Montgomery?â
âThis here is this seasonâs limited evening gown, Miss Montgomery. Its price is also very fitting of your status! Iâm sure youâd be the center of everyoneâs attention should you wear this to the Whitman Corporationâs 50th anniversary!â
âIndeed! Youâd match Mr. Whitman with this evening gown, Miss Montgomery!â
Meredith smiled arrogantly after being put up on a pedestal with the shop assistantsâ singing her praises after praises.
However, she still felt rather unsatisfied. Her gaze wandered until it fell on a mannequin as if she had been enraptured by the outfit it wore.
âWhy havenât I seen this dress before? I like its unique style. I want to try it on,â Meredith ordered.
The assistants smiled awkwardly. âThe gown has already been pre-ordered by another client, Miss.
Montgomery.â
âThen give her another one from another warehouse.â Meredith was displeased. Desire was apparent in her gaze as it bore holes into the gown.
âIâ¦â The assistant was placed between a rock and a hard place. This dress was handmade, so it was not cheap. It had to be ordered from overseas half a month before purchase, so this was the only one in the entirety of Glendale.
Hearing her, Meredithâs expression fell slightly while the possessiveness in her eyes flared.
âI want this dress. You can just tell the client their pre-ordered gown hasnât arrived yet. You should wrap this dress up for me if you want me to continue shopping with you.â
âIâ¦â
âWhat are you still waiting for? Are you telling me a casual customer is more important than long-term ones like me?â Madeline urged them, displeased.
The shop assistants shared a glance before breaking out into fawning smiles again.
âJust a moment, Miss Montgomery. Iâll wrap it up for you now,â a shop assistant said as she took the dress.
âIt makes sense how Madeline lost to you, Miss Crawford. How could she possibly match your bossiness? She was never your opponent to begin with.â
Meredith had not expected such a sentence to come from behind her as she waited happily for the shop assistant to wrap the dress up for her.
Her expression darkened as she whipped her head around. A few shop assistantâs gazes fell on her as well.
âVera Quinn?â Meredithâs gaze turned sinister, but the smile remained on her face in the public setting.
âItâs you? I never thought youâd be able to afford something from such an expensive shop. Maybe selling jewelry does come with quite the salary, huh?â She mocked.
âYouâre right. It really isnât easy earning money. Iâm not you, after all, Miss Crawford. I donât get to spend my family wealth without working for it.â
ââ¦â The corners of Meredithâs lips twitched as distaste settled on her face. The fake smile she put on disappeared instantly as she turned to glare impatiently at the shop assistants. âWrap it up already!â
She quirked an eyebrow at Madeline. âJeremyâs still waiting for me for lunch!â
âYes, yes, of course! One moment, Miss Montgomery,â the shop assistants replied, wrapping up the gown and handing Meredith the bag.
Sparing an arrogant glance at Madeline, Meredith reached out to receive the shopping bag only for Madeline to take it neatly before Meredithâs fingers could touch the bagâs handles.
âWhat are you doing, Vera Quinn?â Meredith roared in anger.
The shop assistants were shocked as well, immediately standing on Meredithâs side to point fingers at Madelineâs behavior. âWhat are you doing, Miss? This belongs to Miss Montgomery! How could you take otherâs things?â
âOtherâs things?â The corners of Madelineâs lips quirked meaningfully. âDo you like this gown, Miss Crawford? What a shame, I like it too.â
âHmph. You like it too? Just because you like it doesnât mean itâs yours!â Meredith smirked mockingly.
The assistants chuckled as well, a belittling gaze in their eyes. âThis is a six-figure dress, Miss. Youâre not the only one who likes it. We like it too. But liking it doesnât mean it belongs to you! Please put the gown down, Miss, or weâll have to call security.â