Maeve stumbled backward after being shoved, her back about to hit the bar counter.
Julius's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly caught her wrist in a single stride.
Maeve, still shaken, tried to steady herself, but her head spun, her vision blurred, and her legs felt weak. She managed to stand upright only by clinging to the man's arm.
"What are you doing?" She frowned, glaring at her "son" in dissatisfaction. "I created you, you..."
Before she could finish, the man pushed her back a few steps until her back rested against the bar counter. Julius's narrowed eyes held a dangerous glint.
He lifted his hand and pinched her chin. "Who's a bottom?"
His features loomed large before her eyes. Maeve blinked hard.
"Y-You... you are..." she stammered, then gave him a silly grin.
Julius chuckl
