Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1729

Chapter 1729

Madeline's calmness impressed Carter yet again.

Perhaps it was this calmness of her that had made him feel that she was special back then.

Carter placed the cup in his hands steadily. "I don't have anything to ask you."

He checked the time on his watch. "Your husband should be here soon."

Just as Carter had spoken, Madeline could hear the familiar car engine sound coming from the outside of the villa entrance.

That was Jeremy's car.

Carter glimpsed at the French window through the corner of his eyes. "That was certainly fast. You're someone he cares about indeed."

"You're so good at cracking jokes, Mr. Gray. I'm his wife, could he not care about me?" Madeline asked and chuckled lightly. "Some people are quite pitiful, however. They obviously care about someone, yet they don't know how to care for them. Don't you think so?"

"..."

,

Carter's smile froze.

He could tell what Madeline was sneering at him, he did not know what Madeline had meant exactly.

Thud thud thud thud.

The familiar sound of footsteps came closer, and Madeline immediately rose from the sofa.

"Linnie!"

"Jeremy, I'm here."

Madeline looked toward the man who was walking over. The sight of Jeremy's hurried and frantic look made her sincerely feel sorry for him.

If it were not for her wanting to be alone with Shirley and asking Jeremy to leave, this would not have happened.

At least now that they had reunited, Jeremy would protect her, even if Carter had shown up.

"Mr. Whitman, you've arrived very quickly." Carter was the first to speak.

Jeremy's cold gaze swept past Carter's face, then walked straight to Madeline and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go."

"Don't you want to sit down for a chat, Mr. Whitman?" Carter asked as he took a new teacup and poured another cup of black tea.

"It's snowing so heavily out there. Why don't you sit down, enjoy some tea and chat for a bit?

Jeremy looked at the leisure and carefree Carter, then lowered his eyes, meeting Madeline's eyes, and sat on the sofa facing Carter while holding Madeline's hands.

"You want to chat, huh? Alright, I'll chat with you. What's the purpose of you doing all these? What on earth are you trying to do by asking Shirley to develop this kind of poison to manipulate others?" Carter silently listened to Jeremy's questions, then calmly said, "Specifically, I intend to manipulate you, but you should've already known that a long time ago."

He briefly paused as he spoke, and the smile his gaze deepened as he peered into Jeremy's sharp and charming eyes.

"For you, Mr. Whitman, the physical pain and mental torture had been but a brief suffering, at most. However, it won't be the same for your wife. She's your weak spot."

Carter certainly saw through this.

However, the anger in Jeremy's heart was surging.

He felt as though he and Madeline were just like experiment subjects for Carter to examine in detail.

Regardless of what Carter knew, he certainly could not know everything about them.

"Carter, you've got one thing right. My wife is indeed my weak spot, but she's also my armor. I'd advise you to stop provoking us. Otherwise, you'll replace it far more difficult to achieve your goals, and I'll do everything in my power to stop you."

"Heh." Carter chuckled softly. "Mr. Whitman, I don't think you can threaten me anymore," he said, standing up. "If the poison remains in the body of the love of your life, you will always have to worry. You might have also forgotten about one thing, so let me remind you."

Carter deliberately paused as he spoke, the corner of his lips curled upward as he looked at Jeremy's light flax-colored hair and amber eyes.