This awkward misunderstanding made both of them feel the atmosphere was a bit unnatural.
The man leaning against the dressing table broke the awkward silence first, "Made a mistake."
Although Maeve Lane's ears were already red, her expression remained calm, and her voice showed no fluctuation, "Very normal. It really does look a bit alike."
Another burst of silence.
"Then I'll be off, and please thank Silas for me." Maeve Lane feigned calmness as she tugged her inner shirt up, covering the slight red mark. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't notice it.
This shows how meticulously Julian Fairchild must have looked...
By this time, the awkward expression on Julian Fairchild's face had long disappeared, replaced by his usual calm composure. He said with a steady voice, "Hmm," and spoke softly, "You don't need to thank Silas. That's what he should do."
"If you really want to express thanks, then pay more attention to my gift."
