Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 157 - 156: Three Kisses with Julian Fairchild (A Jumbo - Merging Three Parts ~ A Little Sweet~)
"Meeting time."
Maeve finally opened her eyes again, "What... do you mean?"
Julian Fairchild chuckled and glanced around the empty classroom.
She got the hint, half-narrowing her fox-like eyes, "You tricked me, didn’t you?"
Julian touched his nose, unfazed, "How is it trickery? It’s indeed a meeting, but it’s just for you—
"An ideological education meeting."
Maeve: "... You’re misusing your authority."
"Mm." Julian acknowledged, tapping the desk with his long fingers, looking down into her beautiful eyes, "Have you finished your self-reflection?"
Maeve was momentarily at a loss for words.
A self-reflection?
What self-reflection?
Then, the events in Palova quickly flashed through her mind.
Julian appreciated Maeve’s rare embarrassment, then slightly raised the corner of his mouth, somehow producing paper and a pen, "Summer said you haven’t submitted it to her yet, so why not write it now and give it to me."
Maeve: "..."
"See?" Julian had a hint of cheekiness in his eyes, "This isn’t misuse of power, quite the opposite—
"It’s very responsible."
His interest in her was unconcealed, even more intense than ever before.
This man had just said yesterday that he wanted to pursue her.
So, Maeve thought, is this President Fairchild’s unique way of pursuing someone?
Calling her over to write a 3,000-word self-reflection?
Her hand, holding the pen, twitched slightly, and she couldn’t help but tease, "Compared to Henry Hughes, you’re really not romantic at all."
Three thousand words, she had never written such a lengthy self-reflection in her life.
Julian’s smile faded a little.
He didn’t like Maeve mentioning Henry Hughes.
But quickly, remembering Maeve’s firm rejection of Henry Hughes, his mood improved, and he leaned closer to her, "But the method is very effective."
Maeve: "..."
"Also." Julian’s expression turned a little more serious, his voice cold as he mentioned the name, "Don’t mention him in front of me."
Maeve gave a nonchalant agreement, she decided to finish it all at once since she was there, so she wouldn’t forget later.
Also to avoid more entanglements with Julian.
Julian watched Maeve seriously writing, her fingers slender and white, cheeks so delicate they seemed to burst with freshness, eyelashes long and curled, pupils pale, like the aura she gave off, always slightly detached.
Lips so red, like cherries tempting to be picked.
Julian recalled the scene on the mountain in Palova.
Maeve wrote, feeling her waist gripped by a rough big hand.
She looked down, about to say something, but the next second Julian gently captured her lips.
Startled, her pupils contracted slightly.
This was their third kiss already.
This time, Julian didn’t close his eyes, he looked intently into Maeve’s watery eyes, kissing her fiercely.
Her hand pressed against his chest couldn’t budge him, instead, it was quickly pinned behind her by his single-handed grip.
He tilted her chin, adjusting it to the most accommodating position for him, Julian gazed at her, kissed passionately and deeply, not giving her a chance to breathe.
Maeve frowned, her chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to say what was on her mind, her words stopped by his demanding kiss.
The way he looked at her was enough to make her heart race.
Maeve’s usually composed demeanor finally showed signs of breaking.
This makes her stunningly beautiful.
Julian easily pulled her into his embrace, making it more convenient for him to kiss her.
...
Maeve felt her reputation as a love saint might be crumbling.
Earlier, she was kissed to the point of weak knees by Julian, who had never dated anyone before, almost fainting!
Meanwhile, he acted as if nothing happened.
She steadied her breath, biting her now slightly swollen lips, "You..."
Julian leaned over, kissed her eyelids, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "We’re even now."
"?"
"You kissed me in Palova without my permission, now I’ve kissed you, consider us even."
"What?" Julian sat upright, for the first time feeling that expressing his intentions without hiding made everything easier, "Is it only the big shots that are allowed to set fires and not the common folk to light lanterns?"
Maeve: "..." Her words stopped by his quick retort.
Julian chuckled, picking up the pen that had fallen to the floor, wiping it on the paper, with a tender look in his eyes, "Continue writing."
Maeve: "..."
After being taken advantage, to write on top of that!
If she keeps writing, what if she gets kissed again?
Julian must’ve eaten something to grow so strong!
She stood up, decisively took her backpack, and prepared to leave, "Not writing, if writing, you do it!"
Julian pulled her wrist, conceding, "I won’t kiss you, alright?"
Maeve tugged but didn’t break free, she didn’t look at him, "We’re not even a couple, shouldn’t be doing such intimate things."
"Once we are a couple, there’ll be even more intimate things." Julian’s tone was casual, yet his words were bold and daring.
Maeve’s face turned slightly red, she spoke slowly and firmly, "But we’re not."
"So, are you blaming me for not giving you a status?" Julian deliberately misconstrued her words, "Then why don’t we from today..."
"I’ll write." Maeve interrupted him, resigned, "Say no more, I’ll write, okay?"
Julian’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
She felt a bit of a headache.
How after yesterday, Julian seemed to have hit some sort of breakthrough.
Smooth-talking beyond her capabilities.
Could she have truly provoked him? Or rather, she unleashed him?
Julian didn’t do anything else, just kept watching Maeve.
Watching, could not help but inch closer.
Inching closer.
He thought he was truly crazy.
Just watching her made his heart race.
Even wanting time to freeze.
Maeve wrote, hearing Julian call her name.
"Maeve."
She lifted her eyes to look at him.
He asked, in a deep magnetic voice, "Are you interested—
"in dating me?"
