Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1843

Mother of his child.

These four words made Shirley’s heart quiver.

Bemused, she looked at Carter as she said, “Don’t get any ideas about him.”

Shirley gave him a grave warning; her expression was abnormally stern.

“He’s different from us. Don’t harass him.”

When Carter heard her words, his lips twitched, revealing what appeared to be a satisfied smile.

“We? So, you still think of us as an item.”

Shirley was speechless. She never imagined Carter would nitpick on such a detail.

She then heard him continue to speak.

“In the past, you used to seem jealous and resentful toward Adam when you were with me. But now, you appear anxious and worried for your brother. It’s truly hard to understand you.”

Upon hearing his sarcastic remarks, Shirley met Carter’s gaze with feigned indifference.

” I’ve told you before. I’d merely been using you to benefit myself. My actions were intentional…”

“Oh, your acting is excellent. It’s comparable to that of professionals.”

Before Shirley could finish her sentence, Carter had cut her off. He narrowed his eyes, and the carefree tone in his voice suddenly turned solemn.

“So, you’re also acting now, aren’t you?”

His tone was cold, and his expression darkened considerably in an instant.

“You love me, but you pretend otherwise.”

Carter asked the question that hid in the depths of his heart as his gaze was fixed on Shirley’s astonished expression.

It was during these few seconds in which Shirley’s expression, which appeared distracted, provided Carter with the answer he wanted.