Chapter 77

His voice was frigid, making Madeline stop in her tracks. Then, she said, “Laundry.”

Jeremy came over and glanced at the black shirt in Madeline's hand. A storm suddenly set off under his eyes. “Are you washing another man's clothes at home?”

He was furious and kicked the washing bucket in front of Madeline.

The water splashed onto Madeline's body, instantly drenching her.

Madeline stood up in fear, her white sweater clinging to her body as her beautiful curves fell into Jeremy’s vision.

It was as if ice and fire had collided behind his eyes. A primitive impulse surged up his body.

Jeremy reached out his hand to pull Madeline into his arms. Then, he pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“It seems that after three years in prison, not only have you not learned how to behave, but you’ve also learned how to provoke me, hmm?”

His gentle breath hit Madeline on her face.

Madeline could not help but laugh. “Mr. Whitman, I don't want to die yet, so I won't be caught dead provo