Her hand playfully touched Julian Fairchild's Adam's apple.
Neither too close nor too distant.
The voice wasn't the usual youthful tone but an alluring female voice he had never heard before, "Miles, I remember you once said that if I were a daughter, you'd marry me, so—"
"Do you like how I look now?"
Julian Fairchild felt as though his lifeline was easily grasped, his entire senses concentrated on Maeve Lane's hand on his Adam's apple.
His blood subtly boiled, an unnamed heat sweeping through his body from that spot.
Steadying his mind slightly, Julian Fairchild looked down to say the next lines, only to meet the gaze Maeve Lane cast at him.
So precious, as if he were the person she loved most in this world.
She relied on him wholeheartedly.
Her heart and eyes were full of him.
The man stared at her, suddenly speechless.
"...Cut! Stop for a moment!"
Director Dayne frowned, interrupting, "No, no, again."
