At this moment, Julian Fairchild finally seized the opportunity and kissed her lips.
Maeve Lane forcefully pushed his furry head away and threatened, "Get a grip, or I'll throw you out."
Julian clearly ignored her warning and just held onto her, kissing her.
Forget it, talking to a drunk is pointless; he won't understand anyway.
Maeve gave the driver the name of a hotel and said, "Let's go here, quickly."
The smell of alcohol on Julian was so intoxicating that being in his embrace made her feel drunk too.
Miles Hughes dutifully followed them from behind; this indeed was the way back to Aurelia University.
"Looks like I'm not needed anymore," he sighed with relief, "I should have called Maeve earlier, knowing how effective she is with the young master."
As Miles was about to turn around, he saw the car in front make a U-turn as well.
Looking puzzled, he quickly steered to follow them.
Maeve and Julian got out of the car at the hotel entrance.
