The scene that just happened quickly flashed through Maeve Lane's mind. She lowered her head, the brim of her hat covered her eyes. "I have something to do outside, borrow your clothes to wear."
"Going to buy birth control pills?"
Maeve Lane was not surprised that Julian Fairchild guessed what she was going to do. She didn't intend to hide it from him, "Yes."
A moment later.
Maeve Lane watched the man walk up to her, his face slightly somber, the oppressive atmosphere spreading throughout the room.
The spacious suite inexplicably felt a bit cramped.
She did not understand, looking at Julian Fairchild's unpredictable face, "Do you want a child?"
For a long time, the man did not speak, and just when Maeve Lane thought he would not speak, Julian Fairchild moved his lips, his voice somewhat astringent, "Don't you want one?"
A child belonging to him and Maeve Lane.
Just thinking about it filled him with anticipation for the rest of his life.
