Chapter 895

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 Fabian walking toward them carefreely with his hands in his pockets. His silver locks were grandiose and eye-catching.

“Are you trying to provoke me by sending this to my wife, Fabian?” Jeremy asked teasingly.

“Don’t be so quick to get jealous, President Whitman. Roses don’t always have to mean that way,” Fabian replied meaningfully.

Madeline glanced at the bouquet and counted there to be a total of 30 flowers.

She smiled faintly. “30 roses. Young Master Fabian, is it in remembrance of our encou