Jeremy did not know if he was imagining things. Why did he feel that Madeline sounded jealous at the moment?

When the maid had heard what Madeline said, a slight flush appeared on both sides of her cheeks as if from shyness.

“Mr. Whitman, just eat some for the sake of your own body,” the maid persuaded again, blinking her big shiny eyes.

Jeremy glanced at Madeline and took the glass from the maid's hand.

“Thank you, I will do it myself.”

“Mr. Whitman, you don't have to be polite with me. It