Jeremy did not know if he was imagining things. Why did he feel that Madeline sounded jealous at the moment?

When the maid had heard what Madeline said, a slight flush appeared on both sides of her cheeks as if from shyness.

“Mr. Whitman, just eat some for the sake of your own body,” the maid persuaded again, blinking her big shiny eyes.

Jeremy glanced at Madeline and took the glass from the maid's hand.

“Thank you, I will do it myself.”

“Mr. Whitman, you don't have to be polite with me. It's my job to take care of you,” the maid said with a shy expression and then got up to face Madeline.

“Miss Montgomery, don't worry. I’ll take good care of Mr. Whitman. I heard that you’ll be going to the hotel with Mr. Carter for a light meal soon, so I won’t take your time.”

The maid sounded like she was dismissing Madeline.

Madeline nodded and smiled. “Then, I won't disturb Mr. Whitman from his meal,” she said as she turned around.

“Miss Montgomery, be careful on your way out.” The maid s