It was already dark, and Madeline helped the drunk Ava into the cab.

When she turned around, she was surprised to see Jeremy standing at the front door.

He leaned against his car lazily. One of his hands was in his pocket while the other was holding a cigarette. The end of the cigarette was lit up before it gradually dimmed in the night. He looked pretty lonesome.

Madeline’s heart skipped a beat. She did not know whether she was nervous. She wanted to stay away from Jeremy, but the man had already seen her.

His cold gaze landed on Madeline. “Get in.”

He was always commanding her, never giving Madeline the chance to choose.

Madeline calmly averted her gaze from him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whitman. We should talk tomorrow. It’s late now.”

Jeremy frowned. He stood in front of Madeline in frustration. “I asked you to get in.”

“Who’s that? Why is it so noisy?” Something was blocking her way, so Ava lifted her head while in a drunken state. She looked at Jeremy for a while and suddenly, she