Julian Fairchild's pupils constricted intensely.
His heart almost leaped out of his chest.
Maeve Lane's body moved faster than her mind, and by the time she realized what she was doing, she didn't push him away in a panic, but instead met his gaze, calmly lowering her hand.
All background noise seemed to vanish, Julian furrowed his brow, his gaze locked firmly on her figure, as if questioning why she was doing this.
In the afternoon sun, Maeve's pink little face was flushed with a bewitching blush, whether from the sun or a reflection, it was hard to say.
Facing Julian's probing gaze, a mischievous thought sparked in her heart, she playfully raised her delicate eyebrows, her small tongue teasingly licking her moist lower lip.
Julian's gaze tightened at the sight.
Maeve's charming foxy eyes were full of mischief, "Why are you looking at me like that, do you want me to take responsibility?"
Julian adjusted his breathing, sternly said, "Don't do that again in the future."
