Maeve absent-mindedly followed Sarah Sutton, and as she thought about it, she felt a kind of lightness she hadn't experienced in a long time.
She didn't think she had enough charm to make him always like her.
So, who could make Julian Fairchild reveal such an expression, Maeve wondered, her eyes black and white clear?
Once curiosity took hold, it rooted itself in Maeve's heart.
For the first time, she was interested in Julian Fairchild's past.
Seeing Maeve silent, Sarah glanced back quickly at Julian Fairchild and Miles Hughes.
At that moment, Miles happened to look in their direction and caught the unexplainable look Sarah gave to his young master.
That kind of... indescribable look.
Miles: "?"
After confirming they had moved far enough away to not be overheard, Sarah worriedly asked, "Maeve, be honest with me, did Julian just... you?"
Maeve raised an eyebrow, not understanding what she meant, "Which?"
Sarah bit her lip, reluctant to speak plainly, "That, you know?"
