Maeve Lane grabbed his hand, feeling her throat a bit dry, as if a gentle fire was burning without pain or itch, "Wh...at?"
Only a night light was on in the living room, casting a glow from the TV screen onto Julian Fairchild's handsome face, almost god-like.
His finger teasingly hooked onto her strap, a slight tug and the loose robe would fall to the floor.
Maeve Lane felt a bit unnerved by his gaze, "Julian Fairchild?"
The man laughed nonchalantly, seductive charm coloring the arch of his brow, as he turned on the phone placed beside him.
Once unlocked, she saw a WeChat message from Julian Fairchild.
It was a screenshot with a prominent and striking red comment.
Maeve Lane was momentarily dumbfounded.
What kind of outrageous words are these?
The main thing is, why did she instantly understand it??
Julian Fairchild's eyes darkened a few shades, leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, "What do you think?"
