Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 112: Are You... Mesmerized by Me?

The floor was covered with an exquisite carpet prepared by the crew, designed to showcase the opulence of The Duke’s Estate. These were custom-made by artisans at great expense, following the descriptions in the original novel.

She was barefoot, her usually calm and composed eyes now reflecting the brilliant lights of The Duke’s Estate. The dark background accentuated her crimson dress, which seemed as if it were aflame, like an enchanting, soul-consuming demon.

Julian Fairchild held a sword in his arms, while the others panicked hysterically over this sudden inferno, his gaze remained indifferent and detached.

It seemed as though everything in this world was but ants in his eyes. The Black Jade Crown was exquisite and luxurious, his long hair tied up high, his expression arrogant, and the slight curl of his smile radiated an unparalleled nobility.

Miles Monarch waited quietly for Eliza Grant.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate, boneless hands wrapped around his waist, followed by a warm, fragrant body that embraced him from behind.

Miles Monarch’s eyes sharpened, and his sword instantly unsheathed, quickly putting distance between himself and the other!

In just a few breaths, the cold sword tip was already pointed at the intruder’s throat.

A mere inch more would claim the person’s life!

Miles Monarch squinted slightly, his tone filled with intense murderous intent, "Who sent you?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The stunning woman laughed softly, "Miles, have you even forgotten me?"

Miles Monarch was taken aback.

This familiar, slightly hoarse voice—who else could it be but Ethan Grant?

Moreover, aside from Ethan Grant, nobody else in The Duke’s Estate could have silently approached him from behind, let alone go unnoticed even in breathing.

Miles Monarch retracted his sword, all the while studying Ethan Monarch with an oddly peculiar look, "Your disguise is too..."

"Too beautiful?" Maeve Lane suddenly leaned in; this action wasn’t in the script.

She improvised on the spot.

Julian Fairchild, or rather Miles Monarch, showed an awkward expression, as if somewhat uncomfortable, "You should change back quickly."

Yet Maeve Lane did not comply; she walked step by step towards Julian Fairchild.

Her feet were delicate, white with a rosy hue, even her ankles were exquisitely beautiful.

But Ethan Grant had always been like this since childhood, never tanning, even after several days of hunting, his whole body would tan into a bronze color, while Ethan Grant’s skin would always remain like this, even fairer than a woman’s.

If these feet appeared on any other man, Julian Fairchild would find it strange, but appearing on Ethan Grant, it did not seem out of place.

In this Celestial Dynasty, no woman would dare to so freely and unconcernedly expose such places, seen only by their own husbands.

Maeve Lane’s feet were equally delicate, even more refined than the descriptions in books, like soft jade.

As she approached, her alabaster feet were light and strikingly noticeable even in the dark night.

It felt as though she was treading upon one’s heart.

He suddenly felt that casting Maeve Lane in this role was a mistake.

While pondering, Maeve Lane had already arrived in front of Julian Fairchild, her slender waist within reach, her eyes slightly narrowed, her expression lively, "Miles, why are you dazing off?"

She exhaled softly beside his ear, smiling, "Are you so mesmerized by my appearance?"

Julian Fairchild’s pupils contracted slightly, unable to discern if it was a natural bodily reaction or an act in the performance.

Maeve Lane did not relent; her slender, white fingers traced along his robust arm, as innocently as a child, pausing reluctantly at his Adam’s apple.

Julian Fairchild half-closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze darkened.