“It’s fine,” Madeline said as she naturally avoided Jeremy's hand to pick up the glass.

“Mr. Whitman, you look very weak. I'd better call a servant to take care of you.” Madeline said and then left.

Jeremy suddenly lost control of himself and reached out to grab Madeline's wrist.

Madeline stopped abruptly and flung away Jeremy's hand in dissatisfaction.

“Mr. Whitman, what are you doing?” she asked. Her beautiful and lively eyes were full of displeasure.

Jeremy looked at Madeline's angry eye