Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1749

Carter had been here once, so he knew this was Adam’s house.

However, Shirley and Adam were antagonistic. He knew that Shirley despised her brother, so he found it curious that Shirley would be staying here.

As the wind and snow grew heavier, Carter stepped into the house, feeling the warmth enveloping him.

He patted away the snow accumulated on his shoulder and entered.

Cathy was making soup for Shirley. She quickly lifted her gaze when she heard the sudden footsteps entering the house and saw Carter walking toward the stairs.

Cathy became more alert at the sight of Carter.“ You’re trespassing again, Mr. Gray.”

Carter, paying no heed to her words, glanced at Cathy. “She’s upstairs, right?”

“The person you’re looking for is not here. Please leave.” Cathy’s attitude was firm.

Carter continued ignoring Cathy and kept to himself as he went upstairs.

“ Stop!” Cathy hurried toward him to intervene. “ Carter, this isn’t your house. You can’t come here whenever you want.”

When her voice fell, Carter slowly lifted his eyelids.

“Typically, no one can stop me from going anywhere I want.”

“However, this is a private residence. You can’t come in here without the owner’s consent!” Cathy intended to confront Carter to the bitter end, betraying no hint of fear of Carter.

Carter’s face rarely displayed signs of emotions, but his brows now twitched, and he lifted his gaze and glared at Cathy.

“The owner’s consent? Do you think she’ll disagree with me? She owns this house too, doesn’t she?” Carter looked upstairs, and it was clear who he was referring to.

When Cathy and Carter, still at the stairs, heard this muffled sound, their gaze simultaneously shifted toward the source of the sound.

Cathy, intuitively sensing something had happened to Shirley, immediately turned, intending to examine the room, but Carter was one step ahead of her.

“You can’t go!” Cathy reached out and seized him.

Carter’s face fell, and he now looked extremely annoyed and impatient. He turned around and his eyes, usually gentle and calm, were looking sharp and hostile.

“I’ve never hit women, so I hope you won’t be the first.”

He then swung Cathy’s hand away and resumed walking.

This time, however, his arm was seized by another strong palm.