The biggest problem is that she and Julian Fairchild originally had no contact, and now they're entangled again.
Julian Fairchild looked at her fair little face, her cheeks slightly flushed, and his heart stirred.
He originally thought he could wait a little longer.
But... a trace of terrifying madness flashed in his eyes.
Maeve Lane... this wasn't the first time.
Julian Fairchild considered himself to have no complexes, but when it came to Maeve Lane, just the thought drove him crazy.
He wasn't her first man.
This awareness made him jealously lose control. Last night, he intended to let her go, but in the end, he held her hands tightly and succumbed to madness.
So, he didn't want to wait any longer.
Whether she hated him or not, whether what Maeve said yesterday was true or not, whether Maeve loved him or not, he wanted to keep her by his side.
He didn't care about the past anymore; he wanted only Maeve Lane now.
A moment of silence.
