Keane glanced at Julian Fairchild, then showed a pair of cute little tiger teeth, "Okay 〃∀〃~"
"Good boy."
After dealing with Jace Keane, Maeve Lane leaned forward slightly, tugging at the sleeve of his suit—
"Come sit next to me?"
Miles Hughes cooperatively parked the car by the roadside, passersby turned their heads to look at them.
The man in the passenger seat had a stern face.
Maeve Lane felt Julian Fairchild was like a child whose candy had been snatched away, she lightly laughed, then turned her face to kiss his chin, softening her voice—
"Is that okay?"
This sound could almost make any man's bones feel numb.
Julian Fairchild was not only a hot-blooded man.
He was also a hot-blooded man deeply in love with the woman in front of him.
Therefore.
