"Mm."
Julian Fairchild seemed amused by the girl's unwavering answer and pinched her cheek. "So decisive, huh?"
"Don't you think the way we are now is good?" Maeve Lane spoke honestly, "I'd rather chat with you or share a simple hug than worry about those other things."
"You like chatting with me?"
"But these things aren't mutually exclusive." Julian stood up straight, his voice slightly sarcastic, "You're just tired of it, aren't you?"
Maeve: "…?"
Tired?
The very man whom so many women were fascinated with, and he would come up with something like this?
Could he just acknowledge his own face?
"Once someone gets what they want, they don't cherish it. The favored are always fearless." Julian added, keeping his gaze fixed on Maeve's eyes as if she had done something to wrong him.
Maeve didn't expect Julian to have this side to him.
Where did all this sentimentality come from? She didn't think she had said anything too harsh…
