He tightly held Maeve Lane's hand, not giving her a chance to retreat.
She furrowed her brows and said, "What are you doing?"
A small tail ring quietly sat on Maeve Lane's right hand, highlighting her fingers, making them look as smooth as jade.
The man's expression was focused, seemingly admiring his handiwork. In response to Maeve Lane, he simply said, "A little gift, consider it an apology."
Maeve Lane moved her fingers a little. She had to admit, the tail ring was beautiful, pure black with three gold stripes, with intricate patterns giving it a mysterious and luxurious feel.
It suited her well.
Actually, Maeve Lane often relied on her instincts, whether it involved people or things. If she didn't like something at first glance, no matter how long she interacted with it later, she wouldn't come to like it.
She fell in love with this tail ring at first sight.
Julian Fairchild noticed her gaze and smiled, "Do you like it?"
