Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 126: Bold Indulgence

Inside the tent, it was completely dark. This audacious and unrestrained secrecy made her face flush even more with nervousness.

The emotions in her heart gradually faded away.

Maeve Lane felt a slight sense of relief.

Director Dayne also raised his hand, ready to terminate this scene at any moment.

But his words got stuck in his throat.

Because Julian Fairchild suddenly flipped over and pinned Maeve Lane against the wall.

He lowered his hand, choosing to watch how things would unfold.

Both Julian Fairchild and Maeve Lane had truly surprised him.

Maeve Lane was actually a bit confused, but Julian Fairchild gave her no time to react. The kiss came with passion and intensity.

She could only feel a fire burning in her throat, making her consciousness even more muddled than when she’d been drinking.

Suddenly, there was a pain on her lips.

Julian Fairchild’s eyes, deep as a cold pool, gazed at her. He leaned back slightly and hoarsely said, "Focus."

Maeve Lane’s heart pounded like a drum. She didn’t understand why he was doing this.

Julian Fairchild said this very quietly. No one but Maeve Lane could hear it.

She felt a guilty conscience, like she was doing something bad in public.

Then, Julian Fairchild suddenly playfully pinched her chin and left a rogue kiss, "You really do... look a lot like Eliza."

Maeve Lane’s turbulent emotions instantly calmed because of the man’s words.

So it was only an improvisation.

His acting was so natural that she hadn’t even noticed.

She imagined Eliza Grant’s reaction.

She would be heartbroken, sad, but more than anything... reluctant.

Soon, she would have to... leave him.

And what right did she have to be jealous?

Even if he mistook her for someone else, Eliza Grant couldn’t bear to let go.

She was Ethan Grant all her life.

And she didn’t dare to hope that the heavenly favored Miles Monarch would risk all society’s judgement to be with a "man."

Maeve Lane’s restrained hands suddenly struggled vehemently, and Julian Fairchild hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction. Despite his reluctance, he let go of her lips.

His large hand shifted to support against the wall.

The next second, with her hands free, Maeve Lane proactively wrapped them around his neck.

She sat up slightly and kissed him even more recklessly.

Seeing her charge in like this, Julian Fairchild’s eyes flashed with the faintest hint of amusement, and he quickly took the lead again, kissing deeply and fiercely.

Their bodies constantly rubbed against each other, the man’s hand gripping the woman’s slender waist, his lips lingering at her neck.

Maeve Lane slightly tilted her fair neck upwards, only to see the curtain in front suddenly pulled down by the man, hiding the figures within the tent.

"... Great! Cut!"

Outside the tent came Director Dayne’s voice.

Maeve Lane hurriedly withdrew her hands, but Julian Fairchild seemed not to hear, lingering at her neck for quite a while before propping up to look at her.

She was no longer an inexperienced little girl.

She saw the naked, aroused desire in Julian Fairchild’s eyes.

"Alright, you two, don’t go overboard, hahahaha," Director Dayne teased, lifting the thin curtain only to see Maeve Lane already covered tightly by Julian Fairchild with a blanket.

With only a bit of hair showing, Maeve Lane was speechless: "..."

Not minding, Director Dayne cheerfully said, "Julian, your performance just now was amazing. At this moment, Miles Monarch already knows Ethan Grant likes him, but he’s also conflicted and torn, unable to decide between brotherly love and romantic feelings."

"But he does have special feelings for Ethan Grant in his heart, though Miles Monarch himself is not aware of or dares not admit it."