Madeline’s calmness impressed Carter yet again.

Perhaps it was this calmness of her that had made him feel that she was special back then.

Carter placed the cup in his hands steadily. “I don’t have anything to ask you.”

He checked the time on his watch. “Your husband should be here soon.”

Just as Carter had spoken, Madeline could hear the familiar car engine sound coming from the outside of the villa entrance.

That was Jeremy’s car.

Carter glimpsed at the French window through the corner of his eyes. “That was certainly fast. You’re someone he cares about indeed.”

“You’re so good at cracking jokes, Mr. Gray. I’m his wife, could he not care about me?” Madeline asked and chuckled lightly. “Some people are quite pitiful, however. They obviously care about someone, yet they don’t know how to care for them. Don’t you think so?”

“...”

Carter’s smile froze.

He could tell what Madeline was sneering at him, he did not know what Madeline had meant exactly.

Thud thud thud thud.

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