Chapter 1912
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
He said meaningfully, but the two bodyguards could not understand at all.
Carter, not intending to explain, turned and walked out of the study and went to Shirleyâs bedroom.
At this moment, the maid was preparing to wipe Shirleyâs body. When she saw that Carter was here, the maid put down the towel in her hand and walked out knowingly.
Shirley glanced at Carter, then, like always, avoided the sight of him with disgust.
Carter did not mind. He started to walk to the bed, took the towel that the maid had just put down, soaked it in the basin with warm water, and wrung it dry.
He held a warm towel and slowly approached Shirleyâs face, but Shirley turned her face away in disgust.
âYou know I donât want to see you now. Get out.â Shirley directly kicked him out.
Carterâs movement briefly stopped, but in the next second, he gently placed the towel on Shirleyâs face.
Shirley wanted to avoid it, but Carter used his other hand to hold her in place.
âWhat do you want, Carter?â Shirley could not bear it anymore.
Presently, she just wanted to be alone in silence. Every time she saw Carter, she would think about the tragic deaths of Adam and Cathy.
This was something that she could never get over.
However, Carter seemed to turn a deaf ear, minding his business, as he continued to wipe Shirleyâs cheeks, then held her palm gently to wipe her arm.
Shirley frowned. âCarter, when would you stop tormenting me? Donât you think I am miserable enough?â
The moment she finished saying that, Carterâs movements also stopped.
âBack then, we were always fine. I donât know since when you and I became strangers.â
He suddenly spoke as if to himself as he continued to wipe Shirleyâs body.
â Say, if you hadnât left back then, do you think we would already have a son and a daughter, living a simple and comfortable life?â
âCarter, stop deceiving yourself. Even if I hadnât left back then, we wouldnât have children, let alone live a normal life like ordinary people, â Shirley bluntly repudiated Carterâs imagined scenario.
Carterâs movement paused again. He raised his deep eyes and looked fixedly into Shirleyâs calm gaze.
âYouâre not willing to live an ordinary life at all. What you want is a higher position of power.â
Shirley exposed Carterâs inner desires.
âCarter, donât use my dead child as an excuse to make a move against Jeremy. You donât love this child at all, and you donât care much about me. You love yourself the most.â
As he listened to Shirley denying what he had said, Carterâs fingers tightened one by one, and the towel in his hand had long been misshapen.
â I will prove to you what I care about, â Carter said his last words and left angrily.
Shirley turned to look at Carterâs angry and vicious back figure, then she leaned back.
âCarter, donât keep on making mistakes. âBecause we caused this from the start.
âWe canât blame anyone else.â
The next day, Jeremy got up early in the morning and made breakfast for Jackson before sending his son to school.
Madeline, who had a rare chance to sleep in, saw a note from Jeremy on the nightstand.
The sight of his smooth yet strong penmanship and his gentle words sweetened Madelineâs heart.
Madeline only got up lazily after reading it a few times.
When Eloise, who was downstairs at the present, saw that Madeline was up, she personally made breakfast and delivered it to Madeline.
Madeline looked at the breakfast in front of her, feeling slightly bemused.
âEveline, Iâve never taken care of you properly since youâre small. This is also the first time Iâve made breakfast for you. Try it and see if you like it.â