"Feeling heartache?"
Maeve Lane hugged his waist, right under the watchful eyes of everyone.
She even thought, if someone captured this moment, then let it be public.
"Yeah."
The man was taken aback for a second, then gently laughed and patted her head, looking doting—
"Then be a little nicer to me from now on."
"Okay."
Maeve didn't know why, but just listening to Julian Fairchild say these words made her heart ache. Only when she hugged him and felt his body warmth did this uncomfortable emotion slightly subside.
The tall Marriage Tree cast a vast shadow, the wind on the mountainside was already a bit chilly, and Maeve hugged Julian like this, reluctant to let go after a while.
"Why are you like a furnace?"
Julian wrapped her in his coat, his large hands loosely resting on her waist, "To warm you up."
"Why do you flirt so easily?" Maeve's lips curled into a slight smile, seemingly helpless.
His voice was low and right by her ear, "Did I just charm you?"
