Inside the tent, it was completely dark. This audacious and unrestrained secrecy made her face flush even more with nervousness.
The emotions in her heart gradually faded away.
Maeve Lane felt a slight sense of relief.
Director Dayne also raised his hand, ready to terminate this scene at any moment.
But his words got stuck in his throat.
Because Julian Fairchild suddenly flipped over and pinned Maeve Lane against the wall.
He lowered his hand, choosing to watch how things would unfold.
Both Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane had truly surprised him.
Maeve Lane was actually a bit confused, but Julian Fairchild gave her no time to react. The kiss came with passion and intensity.
She could only feel a fire burning in her throat, making her consciousness even more muddled than when she'd been drinking.
Suddenly, there was a pain on her lips.
Julian Fairchild's eyes, deep as a cold pool, gazed at her. He leaned back slightly and hoarsely said, "Focus."
