"I didn't."
"Dare you say you didn't kiss him on purpose?"
Julian Fairchild: "..."
"Who asked him to say he wanted to kiss you first?"
"He's just a five-year-old kid."
"But he's still a boy."
Maeve Lane: "..."
She pulled out two tissues to wipe Jace Keane's tears, "Didn't you say you wanted me to have a son for you? Would you also be jealous of your son in the future?"
This question happened to remind Julian Fairchild, and he said without thinking, "Then let's not have one."
Maeve Lane said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Julian Fairchild replied decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
Maeve Lane: "..." Never try to guess a man's mind.
Jace Keane was carried to the back seat by Maeve Lane. Under her gentle comfort, he finally broke into a smile.
Julian Fairchild deliberately asserted his presence, sitting rigidly between Maeve Lane and Jace Keane, ensuring Maeve wouldn't completely forget his existence.
And then this scene unfolded.
