Caring a little, indeed.
Maeve thought for a moment. After all, she didn't have many friends, and with the interactions so far, Julian Fairchild might already be considered a friend.
From another perspective, if it were Meredith who got hurt, or if Henry Hughes invited her out to dinner,
she most likely wouldn't refuse.
To be honest, after realizing Julian Fairchild's intentions, she didn't want to provoke him further because her experience told her that Julian was far more troublesome than any man she'd ever met.
But perhaps for that very reason, whenever Julian Fairchild showed a side completely opposite to his usual image, Maeve would often find herself confused by this contrast in charm.
Like just now.
A man who usually appeared high and mighty, sacred and untouchable, suddenly showed a somewhat vulnerable side in front of her.
This visual impact would be magnified.
To the extent that he didn't seem as dangerous as she imagined.
