Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 129: You’ve Already Given Up on Me Twice

It’s been many years since Maeve Lane initiated a kiss with him, so long that Julian Fairchild thought it was just a splendid dream.

Seeing her so sleepy, Julian just held her quietly, giving her a gentle kiss from time to time, doing nothing more.

But his body was far more honest than his mind.

He didn’t dare hold her for too long, fearing that neither of them would be able to get up later.

Finally, he lightly savored the faint scent of milk on her body before Julian sat up.

The room card was placed right beside the nightstand.

He hadn’t noticed before, only now discovering that Maeve Lane’s phone screen was lit up—

She was editing a memo.

[70 days left until November 25th.]

These words felt like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the joy of her initiating a kiss today.

She had always had the habit of keeping memos. Once, he was honored to be the first man she wrote about in her memos, but now, given their situation, it only made his chest feel heavy, almost suffocating.

She had always been thinking about leaving him.

Remembering every single day, even when drunk she would not forget to write.

How much did she detest him to be this eager?

The thin air conditioning blanket was completely thrown off.

Feeling the chill, Maeve Lane slowly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them, "Julian..."

Julian pulled her back into his embrace, his cold and stern face somewhat gloomy, his grip around her tightened as if he wished to crush her entirely.

Finally, like unable to hold back anymore, he spoke—

"I love you."

Maeve Lane doubted her ears.

The man’s overbearing and searing breath fell on her neck, she felt as if embraced by a furnace, even though the air-conditioning was set very low, her heart was still ablaze.

Julian’s voice was low and magnetic. After saying this, he covered Maeve Lane’s eyes with his hand.

Her long eyelashes brushed against his palm.

It tickled a bit.

With her sight blocked and her hands firmly held, her red lips parted slightly, "Julian, you’re drunk."

He didn’t lower his hand, following the gesture, captured Maeve Lane’s lips, "What if I’m telling the truth?"

Maeve Lane’s body stiffened.

After a long while, she slowly but firmly moved his hand away from her eyes.

Her sight instantly returned to brightness.

Julian turned her over again, making it impossible for her to see his expression clearly.

In a position utterly lacking a sense of security, he encased her entirely in his arms, suddenly—

"Zoe."

Maeve Lane’s pupils contracted slightly, her heart trembled. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He actually still remembered her nickname.

"Zoe." Julian, holding her in his embrace, his voice slightly trembling, blended with the intoxicating scent of alcohol, revealing an uncommon hint of vulnerability, as if being dragged into an endless abyss—

"You’ve given up on me twice already. Will you give up a third time?"

He pulled down her bathrobe, planting a deep kiss on her fragile shoulder.

Maeve Lane’s back was flawless, smooth as jade, with a rose-like birthmark above her waist.

Not large, but very conspicuous.

It was impossible not to be nervous.

She didn’t understand Julian’s sudden confession and surging emotions. In the surrounding darkness, every move the man made seemed magnified a hundredfold on her body.

Maeve Lane felt the mark being nibbled gently by the man, slightly annoyed, maybe it was the alcohol hitting, she spoke without the restraint she had when sober, "Stop biting, you always do this. If you don’t like it, I’ll get surgery..."