Classic Novel
Chapter 317
Chapter 317
Despite feeling surprised on the inside, Madeline still maintained an elegant and calm smile.
She lifted her picturesque brows and showed a slightly confused expression. “Is there a special mark
on my body? How come I don’t know of it? So, what did you see?” she asked calmly, but her heartbeat
had started to become tense.
His deep black eyes were looking at her own as his lips curled up slightly. “There’s a pale pink butterfly
at the back of your left waist.”
His low, husky voice carried the languidness and casualness of the early morning hours.
“I think it should be a birthmark.”
Madeline quietly heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing his answer. She curled her lips and smiled faintly.
“It’s a birthmark.”
“A very special birthmark.”
“So what if it’s special? I was still abandoned by my biological parents.” Madeline lowered her gaze and
ate her breakfast quietly.
The morning halo shone through the glass window and scattered on her sweet, elegant face. Her
dense eyelashes fluttered gently with the blinking of her eyes. There was an unspeakable sense of
loneliness hidden deep in her flowy and beautiful eyes.
For some reason, Jeremy could not help but feel a pang of pain in his chest as he watched the woman
in front of him looking down silently.
The smile on his face disappeared while his expression became much more solemn. “You said
previously that your parents lost you due to their neglect and took in the wrong child. Have you looked
for them over the years?”
“I found them,” Madeline replied without looking up, “But they much prefer that phony now. As for
me…”
Madeline laughed a little sarcastically. “As for me, they don’t even want to see me, let alone
acknowledge me.”
There was a long silence after her voice fell.
After breakfast, Jeremy sent Madeline back to her apartment.
Felipe had waited for Madeline all night. Seeing that she was finally back, he quietly let go of the worry
in his heart.
Madeline did not tell Felipe that she had been drugged last night, for fear that he would worry.
However, Felipe still noticed that the outfit Madeline was wearing was not the same one she wore when
she went out yesterday.
“Did you stay with him all night?” Felipe asked tentatively.
Madeline made an excuse, saying, “I stayed there to piss Meredith off.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
“You slept in his room? You two—”
“No.” Madeline interrupted, her tone becoming colder. “I’ll never let him touch me again. How could I
still have expectations for a man who drove me to hell?”
She curled her lips. Her dimples looked sweet, but the smile that she revealed was full of mockery.
“Felipe, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then, that’s good.” Once the worry in Felipe’s eyes faded, they then regained their former fluid
tenderness. He held her hand gently. “Although it’s fake, it still makes me uncomfortable to see you
staying with him.”
Although his words were a bit vague, Madeline understood clearly upon hearing him.
“From the moment I saw Jeremy driving you out of the car and you falling on the side of the road in the
wind and rain, I was determined to protect you.
“Girls are all treasures left on earth by God and should be cherished, especially a girl who is as great
and as perfect as you,” Felipe said softly.
The tenderness of his eyes permeated everywhere like hot spring water from underground,
surrounding her traumatized body and mind drop by drop.
Madeline looked at Felipe’s eyes dazedly. She wanted to respond but hesitated to speak.
Seeing her struggle, Jeremy only smiled. He reached out his hand and gently stroked her head.
“The 10th of the coming month is Old Master Whitman’s 80th birthday. Whether or not Jeremy is
interested in you depends on what he’ll do this time.”
Madeline lowered her gaze and pondered.
This was an amazing opportunity.
Perhaps, it was about time.
Madeline still had lingering fears thinking of what happened last night.
Fortunately, what Jeremy saw was just the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the back of her waist. If he
had seen her chest at that time, her identity would be exposed.