Chapter 808
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
She frowned and hurried away.
After getting into the car, Madeline felt her abdomen and thought about the look in Jeremyâs eyes.
âWas it anger, jealousy, or heartache?â
Madeline could not tell.
What Madeline did not want Felipe to know, he soon learned from his men.
He seemed very happy. âEveline, are you really pregnant with my baby?â
Madeline did not deny it. If she denied it, she was afraid that Felipe would use any method he could to get rid of the child.
She did not want to talk to Felipe about the child, so she changed the subject. âTomorrowâs my grandfatherâs death anniversary. Iâm going to the cemetery to pay him a visit.â
Felipe immediately agreed to it. âSince the bidding for that piece of land has failed, I have something to deal with. Iâll get someone to send you there tomorrow.â He smiled softly. âEveline, this is our first child.
Donât worry, even after we have this child, Iâll still treat Lilian as my own daughter.â
âIf you really treat Lilian as your daughter, you wouldnât have used her as a pawn.â Madeline bluntly exposed him.
Felipeâs face turned dark. As he looked at Madelineâs back, he inadvertently looked down and saw the hair band around his wrist.
As he stared at it, his mind drifted away.
â¦
Early the next morning, Madeline brought white chrysanthemums and candles to the cemetery.
The breeze in early spring was very gentle. It was accompanied by a light drizzle with a hint of coolness.
After Madeline got out of the car, she was displeased when she saw that the bodyguard was about to follow her again. âDonât follow me. I want to sit with Grandpa alone for a while.â
The bodyguard stopped and did not dare to disobey Madeline. He could only stare at the sight of her back as she entered the cemetery from the parking lot.
A cool breeze blew by and he shuddered. He assumed that it would be fine if Madeline went alone to light some candles, so he turned around and got into the car. He scrolled his phone while he waited for her.
When Madeline walked to Lenâs grave, she put down the white chrysanthemum and lit the candles.
The breeze and drizzle were not that big of a hassle, so she was able to light up the candles.
She cleared the weeds around the tomb, then walked to the tombstone and quietly stared at the name on the tombstone.
âGrandpa, itâs me, Little Eveline.
âMeredith was rescued by someone and is still alive, but you can rest assured that I wonât let her continue to get away with it.
âGrandpa, thank you for not giving up on me back then. Without you, I would have died a long time ago. Without you, I would not have met the man who taught me love and hatredâ¦
âGrandpaâ¦â
Madeline traced the lettering on the tombstone and suddenly noticed an extra figure in her peripheral view.
She looked up suddenly and saw Jeremy wearing black clothes and sunglasses. He was holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums and placed them in front of the tombstone. After that, he bowed and said a prayer.
Madeline looked at the pious man and put on a mask of indifference. âJeremy, when are you going to stop following me?â
Jeremy curled up his lips and took off his sunglasses. His charming round eyes approached her with a smile. âMrs. Whitman, why do you say that Iâm following you?â
âThe hotel rooftop, the hospital, the cemetery. Do you take me as a fool? Is it really only due to pure coincidence that I meet you every time?â
âIsnât it because weâre destined to meet each other?â
Madeline laughed after hearing what he said. âJeremy, my fate with you was over long ago. Stop trying to put meanings into things. If you want to stay here, then Iâll go. Youâd better stop following me!â
After warning him, she turned and left.
Jeremy stared at her back as a strong possessiveness enveloped his eyes. âEveline, you dropped something.â
Madeline paused and looked down at her feet suspiciously, but she did not see anything that she might have dropped.
She suspected that Jeremy was playing tricks on her. When she turned her head back, the man suddenly walked toward her with a solemn expression.