"When I win the Best Actress award, let's... get married again."
The man was so stunned by the continuous good news that his reactions were quite delayed, "Get... married?"
"Yes."
"Alright." Julian Fairchild kissed her forehead with an intense passion that seemed almost overwhelming in his eyes.
Maeve Lane looked up from his embrace, a subtle smile in her eyes, "You agreed so quickly. What if I don't win the Best Actress award?"
"I believe in you."
Julian said firmly, "As long as you want to be with me, it doesn't matter if we get married, if you're happy, then we'll get married."
"If you don't want to, then I'll wait."
Maeve lowered her eyelashes and blinked lightly, "Then during this time, teach me how to love someone."
Julian kissed her lips and said hoarsely, "Alright."
She remembered a poem she had read before:
"If I love you—
It would never be like the climbing trumpet vine,
showing off myself by clinging to your height;
If I love you—
