A month, it really is quite long.
However, love is something she will never believe in this lifetime.
"Consider today's kiss as a consolation kiss, you truly have won. I spent a full month, yet couldn't make you agree to be my boyfriend."
She still raised the corner of her eye, proud, but devoid of emotion.
Julian Fairchild felt the Maeve Lane before him was extremely unfamiliar.
Yet, he was also acutely aware that this was Maeve Lane.
Inherently cold-hearted.
She was always like this.
It was him who was blinded by her obedient behavior these past days.
No matter how long she can endure, how long can she really endure?
Julian Fairchild leaned close to her ear, his eyes glinting with cold light, "Maeve Lane, I have to thank you for making me sober up."
Maeve Lane carelessly uttered an "Mm", pushed him away, and proactively distanced herself from him, "You've said 'stay away from me' so many times, and now, as you wish."
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