Jeremy's gaze looked exceptionally abstruse and complicated. He clasped Madeline's slender wrist tightly, tightening his hold on her inch by inch to not allow her to break free.

He could not let go of her hand again. He could not...

Madeline behaved coolly and calmly in the face of Jeremy's doubts.

She curled the corners of her lips, seemingly revealing her annoyance. "If I remember correctly, Mr. Whitman, you promised me that you’d no longer suspect me of being your ex-wife, Madeline Crawford."

Hearing her answer, the anticipation in Jeremy's eyes seemed to have been extinguished instantly and his hand that was holding Madeline gradually relaxed.

Madeline withdrew her hand and took a sip of champagne. "To be honest, it's really annoying to be treated as a dead person every time. If it wasn't for me being afraid of pain, I would have really considered giving myself a makeover."

Jeremy suddenly raised his eyes. "Don't get plastic surgery."

"Hmm?" Madeline raised her eyebrows ligh