Only Julian Fairchild knows Maeve Lane's secret.
Julian hasn't entered her heart yet, has he?
Maeve looked complicated as she put away the small glass bottle originally in her pocket, and now with the one Julian just gave her, there were two in her pocket.
As she withdrew her hand, there was a crisp clinking sound in his pocket.
This crisp sound seemed to ring an alarm bell in Maeve's heart.
She even started thinking about why she deserved anything.
To make someone like Julian go this far for her.
With this thought, Maeve's forehead began to sweat.
After yesterday, Henry Hughes quickly researched a lot of clinical reactions during depression episodes and a series of knowledge.
Now looking at Maeve's situation, it seems something is not quite right.
His gaze was fixed on her, ready to catch her at any moment.
Maeve steadied her body, but inside she couldn't control some very dark thoughts from emerging.
Many things flashed through her mind like fleeting scenes.
