Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 130: Possessiveness Reaches Its Peak!

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Possessiveness Reaches Its Peak!

"I like it."

Julian Fairchild’s breathing gradually became rapid, not continuing the previous topic.

Maeve Lane’s reaction was also within his expectations.

Only when he’s intimate with her can he convince himself that Maeve is his.

She is his.

No one else should even think about touching her.

The possessiveness in the man’s eyes reached its peak. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

With a swift motion, Maeve blinked, and her head was already buried in the pillow, her hands held above her head by him.

No one knows what Julian’s strange habit is; every time they did that, the next day her birthmark would definitely have bite marks and bruises.

Her ankle was grabbed by the man, the robe slipped down, hanging on her waist.

...

A night of chaos.

Their clothes scattered on the ground.

The sheets were wrinkled, filled with traces of passion.

But no one was on the big bed.

The sound of breaking echoed in the game room.

Outside the panoramic windows, dawn was breaking, the morning light gradually revealing itself.

This ray of morning light fell on Maeve’s beautifully stunning eyes, her skin so tender it seemed as if it could be broken by a pinch.

With her hands on the pool table, she half-closed her eyes, lost in a long daze.

The man’s large hands behind her seemed on fire, holding her down firmly.

...

Miles Hughes yawned outside the door; his room was very close.

After seeing the young master go in and not come out last night, he considerately closed the door.

At this moment, he glanced inside the young master’s room and, not seeing the person, couldn’t help but smile a bit triumphantly, "Telling those people outside and those old folks in the Fairchild Family that the young master isn’t capable, here he is proving them wrong, isn’t he?"

"What is he proving?"

A female voice suddenly rang out.

Miles jolted and looked at the newcomer, "Oh, it’s you, gave me a scare."

"Hughes, what were you mumbling to yourself about?" Nina Quinn smiled, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but I just called out to you, and you didn’t hear me."

Miles awkwardly smiled, "It’s fine, nothing much, why are you here?"

"I’ve come to wake Maeve up. She said yesterday if she isn’t up by seven-thirty, I should wake her." Nina smiled, "Hughes, could you step aside? You’re blocking the door."

No way he could let her in! The young master might still be busy working on a little master!

Miles quickly said, "Well, you’re here at an unfortunate time, Miss Maeve has just gone down for breakfast."

"So early?" Nina was skeptical, "But Sarah said Maeve usually wakes up late after drinking."

"Would I lie to you? Though filming today might be difficult..." Miles’ last words were so soft that Nina couldn’t hear them.

She glanced at the tightly closed door, then said, "Alright, thanks, Hughes, I’ll go downstairs to find Maeve first."

"Yes, yes, go on," Miles smiled as well, "We’ll be down later too."

"Okay."

Nina took the elevator down.

Miles checked the time, it was already seven forty.

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to knock on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

He politely knocked three times on the carved redwood door.

But there was no response from inside.

He waited for a while, trying to listen for any sounds inside, but the door’s soundproofing was excellent.

Miles yawned again when suddenly the door was opened—

Julian Fairchild, revealing his chiseled eight-pack abs, opened the door. A towel hung at his waist, his hair wet, clearly not from just having a bath, with large beads of sweat sliding from his Adam’s apple down under the towel.

His broad shoulders and chest were covered in ambiguous marks.

Miles coughed, lowering his head to avoid looking at his master; being men, he instantly knew what Julian was up to now.

Although the young mistress was quite fierce, even she couldn’t possibly withstand such... such intensity, right?