The man’s voice slipped into her ears, sounding husky and cool as usual.

However, Madeline’s heart sank.

Mrs. Whitman.

He called her that.

What did his ‘Mrs. Whitman’ mean though?

Madeline calmly looked at the exquisite and stunning face, quietly heaving a sigh of relief.

Judging by his outfit, he had also come to participate in the bidding tonight. Since he could appear here so dashingly, it seemed that his body was fine.

“Mrs. Whitman, are you alright?” Jeremy asked with a faint smile.

Madeline shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re alright, then I’ll let go of you.” As soon as his voice fell, he quickly retracted his arms from her waist as though he felt no nostalgia at all.

Madeline then saw Jeremy turning around and leaving. Her heart suddenly froze.

She knew that Jeremy probably believed in her lack of feelings and indifference toward him three months ago.

Madeline impulsively wanted to tell Jeremy the truth. She stepped forward toward him. “Jeremy—”

“Eveline.”

Feli