Chapter 1942

“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 eyes and lowered his eyes in sorrow. “I'm sorry, Miss Montgomery. You just remind me of someone.” Jeremy’s face betrayed his sadness, and his slender and deep almond eyes showed his boundless gloom. Madeline had a feeling that Jeremy was not lying, so she was not that angry, but she merely asked curiously, “Who do I remind you of, Mr. Whitman?” “You remind me of my wife.” Jeremy met Madeline's eyes. “You might not believe it, but you look a lot like my beloved wife.” “Really?” Madeline looked