Miles Hughes somehow produced a few cans of milk and other fruit and vegetable drinks, introducing them, "These are exclusively provided, safe, healthy, and not fattening."
"Originally these were prepared for Fairchild, but if Miss Maeve Lane wants to drink, feel free, we're all family." Miles glanced at Maeve Lane, lowering his head and speaking ambiguously.
Sarah Sutton chuckled, inwardly noting that Julian Fairchild really is someone whose exterior and interior are different; he seems distant but didn't forget to bring drinks for Maeve Lane, "Sure, sure, drinking more milk is good for your health."
Julian Fairchild raised his eyebrows and personally handed a bottle to Maeve Lane, "Take it."
Maeve Lane lifted her eyelids to look at him, that peculiar thought surfacing again, but with so many people around, she couldn't ask about it, "Thanks."
"No need to be polite with me."
