Director Dayne laughed heartily, "Don't you dislike these furry animals? And yet you have a cat?"
Julian Fairchild glanced at Maeve Lane, whose ears were already tinged red, paused for a moment or two, then lifted his head and spoke in a slightly deepened voice, "I like them."
Maeve Lane felt a slight tremor in her heart.
Neither Sarah Sutton nor the others noticed Maeve Lane's abnormality; their attention was focused on Julian Fairchild and his cat, laughing as they said, "This cat is a bit fierce, Fairchild, you'd better be careful not to get scratched."
"Mm-hmm."
Maeve Lane unscrewed the cap and took a sip of milk, "I'm feeling a bit unwell, I'm going to rest for a bit."
"Are you okay?" Sarah Sutton quickly leaned over, eyeing Maeve Lane up and down, "Do you want me to take you to see someone?"
"Just a bit dizzy, I'll be fine after a nap." Maeve Lane explained briefly, "I'm off then."
"Okay."
