Mila was so angry she wanted to throw the milk in her hand at Maeve Lane!
Maeve seemed to sense her gaze, suddenly pulling Julian Fairchild's head down and kissing him on the lips!
The handsome man's gaze lowered slightly, with a faint indulgence in his eyes.
He silently deepened the kiss.
"Hands, hold me."
The woman placed the man's hands on her waist, and those distinctly jointed hands took hold with irresistible force.
Maeve's kiss this time was more audacious than ever, openly stealing the scene from Mila, a blatant provocation.
She deliberately engaged Julian Fairchild in a passionate kiss.
It must be said.
A woman knows best how to infuriate another woman.
Though Maeve didn't say a word, she left Mila so enraged that she couldn't speak, her eyes bloodshot.
She had waited since five in the morning, hoping to catch Julian Fairchild!
The servant mentioned his habit of coming downstairs for meals, yet she didn't expect to witness this scene instead!
