Chapter 78

The next morning, Madeline and Trevon opened their doors at the exact same moment, as if drawn by an unseen force. The instant Madeline laid eyes on him, she let out a derisive snort and averted her gaze.

Trevon's jaw tightened with annoyance. She could really get under his skin.

There was Madeline, sipping her water, when Trevon approached, his expression icy. "You were home all day and couldn't even clean up a bit? This place is a disaster. And make sure you wash the clothes I left out."

Madeline, barely out of bed and already in a sour mood, responded with a sharp "hmph" and slammed her water glass down on the table. "Mr. Gibson, I'm not your maid."

Trevon shot back, "You're the one who said you didn't need a maid, that you could handle it."

She had said that, had she not? Madeline wished she could go back in time and give herself a good slap. "Regardless, I'm done with it now!"

"You!"

Without another word, Madeline slammed the door shut, leaving Trevon to stew. He could grin