Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1027

Chapter 1027

Jeremy’s footsteps came to a heavy stop and he could not take another step.

He watched as Madeline smiled at Ryan, her lips spreading as dimples bloomed on her face. Oh, how he wished that the smile was for him.

Yet Jeremy knew that he was no longer worthy of such a smile.

Taking Ryan’s hand, Madeline turned and stopped by Jeremy’s side as they brushed shoulders. “Why are you still here? Go and bail your girlfriend from the police station already. With a boyfriend as skilled as you, I’m sure she’ll be out in no time.”

Jeremy knew that Madeline was mocking him.

Smiling nonchalantly, he looked at Madeline’s dignified and distant eyes. “Thank you for the reminder, Miss Montgomery. I shall fetch my girlfriend home, then.”

Fetch her home.

Home.

Madeline’s hand in Ryan’s tightened slightly as the chill blew through the riddled holes in her heart.

Ignoring Jeremy, she turned to smile at Ryan.

“You know, Rye, my last marriage was an absolute failure. Well, essentially, I got married to a f*ckboy.” Madeline’s glistening eyes sneered at Jeremy. “I know you’re a great man, Rye, but that marriage has left me with some ugly scars.

“I’ve placed all my passion and feelings throughout my entire life for that man, but he has never even given me a single day of happiness. Nor did he even care if I was happy at all. I don’t think I’d survive another marriage like that, Rye.”

Madeline’s soft and pretty voice caressed Jeremy’s ears, every word piercing into his heart like icicles while Jeremy felt numb from the pain.

After all, he had indeed hurt her.

Ryan knew what Madeline was saying, and he knew that she was saying it for Jeremy to hear.

Ryan looked at Jeremy from the corner of his eyes and an interesting look flashed through his starry gaze.

The man frowned slightly as regret sparked before vanishing just as quickly.

Jeremy was rooted in place. He only took the small transparent bag out of his pocket when he felt that Madeline had walked far enough.

In the bag was pain medication.

He took a pill and swallowed it dry.

However, the ache in his chest did not dissipate. Instead, needle-like pain spread to every corner of his body. He felt the pain suffocate and numb him.

He could no longer tell if the pain was because of the poison or if it was from the regret of losing her.

As he returned, Jeremy heard a song playing on the radio. “How could I know, one day I’d wake up feeling more, but I had already reached the shore. Guess we were ships in the night…”