Lady Maggie stopped a maid who was walking by, "Yes, milady?" asked the young girl wondering if the vampiress wanted something from her. 

"When did Mr. Wells arrive here?" Maggie asked the maid, her eyes fixated on the man who was saying something to her father. 

The maid looked back to see who it was as people often came and went, visiting Mr. Quinn or Master Damien in the mansion, "He's been here for around an hour, Lady," Maggie nodded her head before saying,

"You can go," she sent the maid away to continue wherever she was previously going. 

Maggie didn't move forward but stood there looking at the vampire. The man wore a blue s.h.i.+rt and black trousers, his shoes black and she noted it was made of leather. When he moved his head more towards her, she caught sight of the sharp jaw, his eyes were warmer compared to the other vampires. 

Most of the vampires and pureblooded vampires she had met so far, all of them were stuck up and that included her ex-fiance, Sven. People in the higher society didn't bother to be polite and instead believed being harsh and cold was what got them through. This was the second time since she had last seen him here. 

The last time he had made a joke of how she had a child. Thinking about it, Maggie frowned. It was true that she was older than her brother Damien and her other cousins but she doubted she looked that old. Turning her face, she looked at her reflection which mirrored her face. Her lips pursed and it let go when she heard the man shaking his hands with her father. 

He was leaving. 

Maggie wondered to herself if she should wait here until he was gone but when her father turned to catch her standing in the middle of the hallways, he asked,

"What are you doing standing there, Maggie?"

Maggie iled at her father, hiding the awkward smile that had formed when Mr. Wells who was about to leave turned back at the mention of her name. 

"Are you going to Mrs. Jillian's mansion?" her father asked her.

"Yes, father," Maggie answered and when her eyes met Jerome Wells' eyes, she bowed her head and the man did the same. 

"Let her and her husband know I asked for their good health," her father wished her, stepping closer, her father did something she wished he would not do. He kissed her forehead as if she were a child in front of Jerome Wells who suddenly had that glint in his eyes which she tried to avoid looking at. 

"I will be sure to let them know that you asked for them," she smiled at her father, "See you in the evening," she said and her father went back inside as he was done talking to the vampire who had come to speak to him as well as his daughter who was going to an acquaintance' house. 

"Good morning, Lady Maggie," Jerome wished her as if they hadn't shared a bow just a few moments ago. The man could tell how the woman was trying to quickly jump in the carriage and go on her way which was yet to come. Instead of letting her go in peace, he stopped her to speak without getting into his own carriage that was stationed right in front of the mansion. 

"Good morning, Mr. Wells." Maggie wished him, sparing him a look that appeared to come out cold that only made Jerome want to knock on the invisible door to catch her attention. 

"How have you been doing?" he asked her. 

Maggie wasn't the rude vampiress to ignore someone when one asked her a question. She had been brought up to be polite and also uptight with the other creatures who weren't in par with their family, and out of the two she ended up losing the latter after her mother pa.s.sed away. 

She first nodded at his question, wondering if she should leave it at it or answer his question verbally. As her lips pried open, she replied back, "I have been doing well. How about yourself, Mr. Wells?" she returned the question. After all, it would be rude to not ask.

Maggie could be considered to be one of the very few pureblooded vampires who were polite and had the decency to stop and talk to a person. Her brother Damien was more of a person who would pa.s.s by the person and if the person standing in front of him to be noticed, he wouldn't mind blatantly pus.h.i.+ng the man out to walk through. 

"I am doing much better, now that I have seen you," the last words came out to be a murmur. Jerome's answer had Maggie's stoic expression give a reaction where her eyes widened slightly.

"What?" she asked in a serious tone. 

"Hmm?" Jerome tilted his head in question as if wondering if she needed to be explained while her reaction told she did hear it right. He gave her a harmless smile that only made Maggie that much more suspicious, "Would you like me to drop you to Mrs. Jillian's place?" he offered her.

"Thank you but I have my own carriage," said Maggie, a small smile to make sure he didn't take it to be rude, "I am sure you have other places to go to. Thank you for your offer-"

"Why does it feel like you are avoiding me," he smiled back at her. 

"I think you are overthinking about it, Mr. Wells," Maggie's smile faltered. 

"Am I?" he asked her. A sweet, kind and polite smile on his face. 

Maggie didn't know what this man wanted as he was trying to poke and coax her but she wasn't going to fall for it, "Yes," she answered bluntly and then said, "Have a good day Mr. Wells," and she stepped into the family carriage but not before giving him one more look to see him tip his non-existent hat at her. 

"Have a lovely day, Lady Maggie," he smiled before getting into his own carriage.