Julian Fairchild gave her a kiss on the cheek and replied in a deep voice, "Hmm."
"You say the people in the industry are complicated, but I think you're the most complicated." Maeve Lane couldn't help but tease, "But compared to that, gathering firewood is still easier."
"Now you're my woman, under my watch, how could I let you do such work?" Julian Fairchild held her small hand, soft and boneless, the texture was amazing, forming a stark black-and-white contrast with his skin, "These delicate hands should be well cared for."
He really wanted to take Maeve Lane home and spoil her.
Even if it was for a show, he didn't want her to suffer the grievance of cooking for a group of people.
To be honest, hearing Julian Fairchild say these words, Maeve Lane couldn't suppress her elation, she tightened her grip on his large hand and said warmly, "Even though this industry is complicated, the smartest person is right beside me, what do I have to fear?"
