Jeremy walked in with a calm expression and a chill surrounding his body.

"Jeremy." Felipe addressed him.

Jeremy did not respond. His cold eyes swept across the dining table before finally falling on Madeline's pale face.

"Madeline, what are you even asking? I am your husband. Is it so weird for me to have the key?"

"..."

"Do you blatantly bring other men back to eat and drink when I’m not around?"

Jeremy spoke with a smile but he shot Felipe a sharp gaze. "So, Uncle Felipe, you like this kind of woman?"

Madeline's heartbeat stuttered.

‘This kind of woman.’ He used these words to describe her.

Madeline's face went even paler with that, but she did not dare confront him again.

Facing him now, she was like a frightened bird, alarmed and uneasy.

"Jeremy, don't get me wrong," Felipe explained calmly, "I was just worried that something was going on with Madeline, so I came to see her."

"Hmph." Jeremy sneered again. "Worried about this cruel, mean, and sinister woman?"

Madeline'