Chapter 1425
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Madeline was stunned for a moment as she glanced at the bathroom where the glass door was tightly shut.
âItâll be over soon, Jeremy. Just hold on a little longer.
âYou can unleash the pain just like you used to before.
âIâm your doctor but Iâm also your friend. I can help you, ahâ¦â
Madeline heard Shirleyâs voice sound non-stop from the bathroom until her last amorous whisper.
Then, the bathroom turned silent.
The staff glanced at the bathroom weirdly before turning to Madeline to speak.
âIâve already brought all the ice to the bathroom, Mrs. Whitman. Iâll be leaving then if there isnât anything else you need.â
Madeline snapped back to reality. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â The staff gave a small smile and left.
Madeline dragged Shirleyâs luggage over to the bathroom and reached out to open the door only to realize that the glass door was locked from the inside.
âI brought your luggage over, Shirley. Howâs Jeremy doing?â Madeline asked while facing the bathroom door but received no reply.
âShirley? Shirley? Jeremy! Jeremy!â Madeline was growing frantic. She could not bear radio silence at such a time.
Knock, knock, knock. Madeline raised her hand to knock on the glass door repetitively, her knuckles starting to grow red before she knew it.
âJeremy!â Madeline was getting distraught and could no longer keep calm.
She was about to knock down the bathroom door when it finally opened.
Shirley was drenched and her clothes looked disheveled when she appeared in Madelineâs line of sight.
Madeline was taken aback, but her heart was more interested in how Jeremy was doing. âWhereâs Jeremy, Shirley? How is he?â
âDonât worry, Mrs. Whitman. I wonât let anything happen to Jeremy.â Shirley smiled softly. âI need to get something from my luggage. You can go in and take a look at him. Iâm sure heâll feel much better with you by his side.â
Madeline immediately strolled into the bathroom. Walking in, she saw Jeremyâs sharp brows furrowed and his eyes closed as he soaked in the large round bathtub. The shower above his head continued to spray water onto him as dense water droplets fell over his entire body.
Madeline had no idea when Jeremy took his top off, but the setting sun was splashed over his naked upper half from the floor-to-ceiling windows. His flawless skin was glowing white.
Madeline was not in the mindset to focus on such detail now. She quickly ran toward Jeremy. âHow are you feeling, Jeremy?â
She reached out to cup the manâs fair cheek only to be shocked by how cold it was upon contact.
âJeremy.â
Madeline leaned over to place her cheek against his, trying to warm him up.
However, Jeremyâs entire body was cold as if he was some sort of cold-blooded animal. There was not an ounce of warmth in the manâs skin.
The thought that Jeremy had gone through such a situation so many times without her knowing brought heat to Madelineâs eyes.
Adam said that he was not the person who invented the slow-acting poison. Rather, he was tasked to invent its antidote.
Lana was the one who gave Jeremy the poison back then and Adam indeed had connections with her.
However, now that she looked back on things, perhaps that was never the case at all.
Madeline grew more confused the more she tried to think about it. She came up with no leads regarding the poison.
All she wanted now was for Jeremy to get better so that the same situation would not happen again.
âJeremyâ¦â
Madeline leaned against the man helplessly as her heart ached for him. Just then, she felt a familiar palm gently touching the side of her face.
Her misty eyes shot open and were met with Jeremyâs gentle peach blossom eyes.
âJeremy.â
âIâm sorry I made you worry, Linnie. Iâm alright.â
His deep baritone voice drifted into her ears, but the manâs tone sounded especially weak.
âAre you really alright?â Madeline was still worried. âWhy is your body temperature so low? It didnât use to be like this.â