Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 127: No Need to Be Polite with Me

"Today, amidst his intoxication, he heard Eliza confess with her own lips. That overwhelming feeling surged forth, leading him to react according to his body’s instincts," Director Dayne’s gaze was filled with profound admiration. "I originally thought this part of the original work was a bit odd, but watching your performance today, I realized what was off."

Maeve Lane adjusted her disheveled collar, took a deep breath, and lifted her head. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Her expression returned to its usual calm demeanor, with only her slightly flushed earlobes hinting at recent events.

"Miles Monarch in the original work is someone with a strong sense of vigilance. He would never allow himself to become so intoxicated that he lost consciousness. He was alone at The Royal Palace and it took him a whole five years to even trust Eliza. So here," Director Dayne paused before speaking decisively, "it’s clear that Miles Monarch wasn’t fully drunk. While Eliza may be indulging herself, Miles Monarch is doing the same."

His eyes shone brightly, looking at Julian Fairchild as if he discovered a gem, "So you thought the same, didn’t you?"

Maeve Lane was somewhat bewildered.

Julian, who had been silent, and was calming his emotions on the side, finally responded faintly with "Hm."

Director Dayne felt as though he had found a kindred spirit, "Working with smart people is indeed satisfying. Earlier, your line identifying Eliza as someone else was also very well delivered. Miles Monarch is so adept at disguising himself that even when drunk, he would concoct a reason, however unconvincing, to fool himself."

"Hm."

His words received an affirmation from the man once more.

Maeve Lane felt an unusual respect toward Julian Fairchild.

Her impromptu play was followed by drinking, yet Julian Fairchild didn’t fall behind one bit; instead, he quickly took control.

Thinking with such detail.

Indeed, she must have been mistaken earlier.

She just felt that Julian Fairchild kissed her entirely on instinct.

"Hahaha, truly worthy of being the man who once claimed the most prestigious Best Actor award," Director Dayne gave a thumbs up, "The night shoot is done for today. Let me discuss with the others to see how best to edit it. You should head back to rest."

Miles Hughes came up and handed a black coat to Maeve Lane, "Miss Lane, it’s chilly tonight, you should wear it."

Maeve Lane’s eyes glimmered slightly, "How about Julian Fairchild?"

"I don’t need it."

On the vintage, worn bed, Julian Fairchild stood up and draped the coat over Maeve Lane.

The smile at his lips resembled Miles Monarch’s in the play.

Maeve Lane tugged down the coat that covered her head, and somewhat inappropriately thought, Julian Fairchild truly resembles the character he plays.

Yet, after graduating from Aurelia University, why did he enter the entertainment industry, even acting himself?

He used to dislike actors.

They walked away.

It was as if Julian Fairchild sensed Maeve Lane’s gaze, turning slowly, a deep flicker passing through his eyes.

Nina Quinn poured a glass of hangover remedy for Maeve Lane, "Maeve, drink a bit, or you might have a headache tomorrow."

"Hm, thank you."

"No need to be polite, Maeve."

Maeve Lane took it, feeling a bit of bitterness, and suddenly paused.

Nina Quinn looked at her puzzled, "What’s wrong, Maeve, is it too bitter?"

Maeve Lane’s forehead pulsed, she recalled correctly, Julian Fairchild drank so much earlier that he couldn’t even recognize water. Yet now, except for the lingering redness on his face, he seemed completely sober.

Could it be that he was pretending to be drunk?