Julian Fairchild had no interest in talking to a drunk, but seeing Maeve Lane's haughty demeanor, he somehow decided to respond, his magnetic voice resonating, "Why?"
Maeve Lane touched her own ear, drunk yet still appreciating beauty, "Your deep voice really sounds nice, but I'm a faithful person, I only like my boyfriend!"
Julian Fairchild's tone instantly turned a bit cold, sounding slightly angry, "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah!"
Maeve Lane tried to pull away from him, but her body wobbled and she almost fell!
Luckily, Julian Fairchild grabbed her leg at the last moment!
But because Maeve Lane had been lying against his shoulder the whole time and he hadn't noticed, now that she moved, Julian Fairchild discovered—
"Glue...?"
The one responsible had no idea what she had done, "How is there glue here, why are our clothes stuck together?"
Julian Fairchild gave a laugh of exasperation, "You have no idea what you did?"
