Maeve suddenly fell into a burning embrace. She was startled, then she frowned and pushed away, saying, "Julian Fairchild, be gentle…."
Before she could finish speaking, Julian Fairchild had already kissed her lips, his hand beginning to trace upwards along the curve of her body.
She had changed into a nude pink dress, her graceful swan neck and collarbones exposed.
...
When Maeve woke up, there was no one left in bed.
She glanced at the alarm clock; it was already ten in the morning.
The phone kept vibrating. Maeve took out her phone and saw that all the calls were from Sarah Sutton.
She called back, and the other side quickly answered—
"Hurry over to the Glyndower Center; I arranged an interview opportunity for you yesterday! It's a great script, let me introduce you to the director first!"
Sarah Sutton's voice was excited. Maeve responded with an "Okay," turned over, got out of bed, and began to wash up.
The reflection in the mirror showed a hint of spring in her eyebrows, her eyes rippling with waves, a few conspicuous red marks remaining on her neck.
Anyone could tell what had happened the previous night.
Maeve frowned slightly and had no choice but to apply extra concealer, as it wasn't suitable to wear a scarf in the hot weather.
Before leaving, she hadn't forgotten that they didn't use protection last night.
Skillfully opening the bedside drawer, she took out a contraceptive pill and swallowed it.
"What are you doing?"
A voice, rich with magnetism and a touch of indifference, sounded in Maeve's ear.
The hand holding her water cup trembled almost imperceptibly, but her voice remained calm, "... Taking medicine, you probably... don't want children, right?"
She never expected Julian Fairchild to still be here today.
Usually, he would have already left by now.
Julian's hand on the doorknob tightened imperceptibly as he looked at Maeve by the bed with a dark and inscrutable gaze.
Her dress was no longer wearable, so she casually clad herself in his shirt, barely covering her thighs.
The neckline was not fastened, revealing a tempting curve of white, her slim legs straight and even.
But her gaze… showed not a hint of emotion.
As if, to her, he were just a stranger.
Seeing him frown, Maeve didn't know what she had done to annoy him this time, so she simply stayed silent.
Julian seemed to have forgotten something, now wearing a well-tailored suit, with the inner shirt meticulously buttoned up to the very top.
The man was exceptionally handsome, his dark eyes as cold as a deep pool, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, maintaining an always noble and aloof demeanor, exuding an aura that kept others at bay.
He said nothing further, moving to the bedside cabinet to pick up his phone.
Maeve's gaze followed his motion.
His phone was just to her left, and when he leaned over, her body instinctively tensed for a moment.
Her fair earlobes flushed without her control.
"Beep—"
Suddenly a sound cut through, and Maeve glanced down—
It was a WeChat message from Sylvia Lane.
[Fairchild, why aren't you here yet? I brought you breakfast.]
Julian appeared not to notice, tucking away his phone and looking down at Maeve for a moment.
Her movements were slightly stiff.
Only when he left did she relax.
Because of the nature of their work, not many people knew about their marriage.
Externally, Julian Fairchild was still pursued by the society's prominent women and young ladies.
Sylvia Lane was her younger sister.
Perhaps this was fate's retribution, Maeve thought. She had always kept Julian at a distance before, and now everything was completely turned around.
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