Maeve Lane felt like her plan was half failed, but there was another way...
As long as Julian Fairchild cooperated with her.
Julian Fairchild walked with her in his arms, swift as the wind, his eyes carrying the deepest black, brewing a terrifying storm.
Very intimidating.
But Maeve Lane wasn't afraid. She carefully tugged at the man's sleeve, "Julian Fairchild."
At that moment, Julian Fairchild viewed Maeve Lane through an automatic filter of frailty and paleness, frowning deeply, but awkwardly trying to appear gentle, which looked somewhat... comical.
She laughed lightly, the plan she had on the tip of her tongue finally turning into, "I'm fine."
Julian Fairchild obviously didn't believe her, his pace quickening even more.
Maeve Lane had no choice, her cold hand resting on his forehead, wiping away the faintly red hue, her voice clear and cool but with a hint of warmth, unlike before, "Act with me for once."
