Maeve Lane grabbed his hand, feeling a bit parched in her throat, like a warm flame was burning without pain or itch, "Wha... what?"
In the living room, only a nightlight was on, and the light from the TV screen cast on Julian Fairchild's handsome face, making him look like a deity.
His fingertip flirtatiously hooked onto her strap, and with just a gentle pull, the loose robe would fall to the ground.
Maeve was unnerved by his gaze, "Julian Fairchild?"
The man casually chuckled, a hint of teasing charm on his brows, and he turned on the phone placed beside him.
As soon as he unlocked it, he saw the WeChat message Julian had just sent her.
It was a screenshot, with a noticeable red comment on it.
Maeve was momentarily dumbfounded.
What kind of suggestive words were these?
The most crucial thing was, why did she understand instantly??
Julian's eyes darkened a bit, and he leaned closer to her ear, whispering, "What do you think?"
