But Julian Fairchild insisted that she warm up for a while longer, so Maeve Lane put her hand back in.
"How many more years do you want to act?"
Mrs. Fairchild's voice came from the other end of the long table.
Maeve Lane leaned slightly, lying on Julian Fairchild, and said casually, "I'll act as long as I want, no plans."
Julian Fairchild held her waist in case she slipped down later, and seeing her hair a bit messy, he reached out to tidy it, his deep eyes full of affection below thick lashes.
Butler Forrest could also see that the young master truly adored her.
From the moment they entered, his eyes haven't left Miss Maeve Lane for a second.
Had he known, he would have advised Mrs. Fairchild not to go overboard the first time she met Miss Maeve Lane.
