Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 125: Cold Lips Pressed Against His
There is an unbridgeable gap between them.
Director Dayne saw that Maeve Lane was starting to hit her stride, and his serious gaze scanned the set, everyone tacitly not disturbing Maeve’s performance.
She sat down at the bedside, her eyes vacant, momentarily lost in a daze, unsure of the year it was.
Those tedious scripts gradually formed various images in Maeve Lane’s mind.
It was the life Eliza Grant had experienced.
Maeve Lane stood up, unexpectedly walked to the table, and lifted a cup to drink alone.
This scene wasn’t in the script.
It was as if the Eliza in her mind had taken shape, speaking softly by her ear, even controlling her actions.
Once, she had brooded over her status as a hostage.
She resented the Celestial Dynasty, because they set the rules that caused him to be separated from his birth mother at a young age, not seeing her for years.
She resented the Kingdom of Quincy even more, because it was his so-called King father who personally pushed her away, had her tied up and sent to the Celestial Dynasty, bound with straw ropes in the snow, her limbs stiff and unable to move, trekking for over sixty days, causing her already weak body to suffer from cold during winters. This left her mother alone and helpless in the deep palace.
She hated for some years, but in recent years, she doesn’t hate anymore.
It’s not that she has come to terms, but rather she no longer wishes to be involved in court politics.
Eliza Grant just wishes to leave the Celestial Dynasty as soon as possible, and after returning to the Kingdom of Quincy, ask the King for a favor, to take a neglected Concubine and live peacefully with her mother for the rest of their days.
As a victim of the power struggle, he could fight for several more decades, even until the nation’s downfall.
But his mother doesn’t have many years left; she, once a daughter of an official, lived cautiously throughout her early life, and in her later years, it’s better for her to live as an ordinary woman.
Like how Ethan Grant’s and Miles Monarch’s Grand Tutor once evaluated him, "Capable of great use, yet with a heart like a child."
Eliza Grant thought that having a heart like a child was not bad; the most important thing is to live happily. In his youth, he could gallop and drink joyfully with Miles Monarch, and later find a secluded mountain retreat, and without a wife, take on a disciple, passing on all he had learned, not living in vain.
As for why there isn’t a wife.
She put down the cup, the intoxication spreading through her heart, step by step, slowly but firmly, walking toward the man’s position.
Julian Fairchild, his eyes half-closed, maintained the casual and lazy posture described in the original work.
Even in this state of drunkenness, he was still elegant.
He leaned against the wall, always with a smile on his lips, his dark eyes as inscrutable as the night.
In his eyes, Maeve Lane’s face grew closer.
As for why there isn’t a wife—
That’s because the one she likes isn’t someone else.
It’s the man in front of her.
He is the only person in her dark life who makes her hopeful for the future.
"Miles, are you drunk?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"..."
"Miles, how can you be so likable?"
A voice of helplessness sounded at the bedside.
It was still silent.
Perhaps the emotions had been pent up for too long, perhaps the moonlight was stirring, perhaps the darkness granted courage for release.
The girl’s cold lips touched his.
Julian Fairchild’s eyelids were half-closed, suppressing his wildly beating heart, allowing the girl to proceed.
The surrounding cameras seemed no longer to exist.
He felt his lips being gently touched by Maeve Lane, the moist softness driving him mad.
It reminded him of countless nights of intimate affection.
Maeve Lane closed her eyes, initially a little nervous.
But since Julian Fairchild remained motionless, her heart gradually settled down.
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