Jeremy felt a rush of unease wash over him when he recognized the sarcasm and disdain in Madeline’s eyes.

Pursing his lips, his gaze drilled into Madeline’s eyes.

“As such, it’d be great if you would stop looking for me, Mr. Whitman. I really don’t want to be treated as the dead again.” Madeline rejected him indifferently.

“It won’t happen again.”

Jeremy parted his lips to say after a moment of silence.

With his gaze fixated on her, he bent his head to lean closer to her.

“I promise you, it won’t happen again.”

Madeline chuckled lightly. “Are you admitting to testing me the other day, Mr. Whitman?”

Jeremy remained silent under her inquisitive tone.

Perhaps so. While the entire world was privy to how shamelessly in love Madeline was with Jeremy, Jeremy was the only one who knew he loved her back.

The truth was, Jeremy had lost his mind the other day. He was not testing her, no. He had fantasized that she was still alive…

Yet, that was all it was. A fantasy.

Now,