"I..." Maeve Lane tried to speak but couldn't get a word out.
Julian Fairchild gently pulled her into his arms, "How's that, didn't I let you down?"
At this, Maeve Lane couldn't help but blush.
Julian Fairchild loved watching her blush in his embrace, it gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than closing billion-dollar contracts.
He leaned close to her ear and said, "I'll apply medicine on the other places when we get back."
"I can do it myself."
Julian Fairchild raised his eyebrow, speaking with utmost sincerity in a provocative manner, his voice sexy and hoarse, "No way, I'll only be at ease if I do it myself."
"We can't let our second child wait too long."
Maeve Lane: "..."
...
In the following weeks, Maeve Lane profoundly understood the meaning of, don't bring about your own doom.
Julian Fairchild became more uninhibited in front of her, even requesting to unlock new scenes.
In the moments of Maeve Lane's shock, she was already caught by the strong man.
