Jeremy pressed on as his expression darkened.

The receptionist stammered, “The man said, every rose for Mrs. Whitman represented his—”

“His feelings.” A man’s voice sounded from afar. “Aren’t your hiring qualifications a little too low, Jeremy? How could you have a stuttering receptionist?”

Jeremy was already pissed to know that a man had come to send Madeline roses.

Yet now when he heard the arrogant voice, the flames of fury within him quelled instead.

Madeline turned around to see Fabia