Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 166 - 165: The Present Me—You Can Try to Like
Miles thought for a few seconds but couldn’t match a face to the girl in front of him.
So he simply stopped trying.
Maeve Lane unwrapped the candy, biting the lollipop, "Why did you take so long to come back?"
"There were a lot of people." Julian Fairchild said simply, blocking Miles’ gaze, "Let’s go."
"Oh." Maeve sucked lightly, her red lips looking extra plump and cute due to the moisture, "So, where are we going to eat?"
Julian’s eyes deepened, his breathing a bit unsteady, "Just up ahead."
"That’s pretty close then." Maeve didn’t notice Julian’s gaze; she still wore the tail ring he gave her on her finger.
Small and exquisite.
Eating the candy he gave her.
Wearing the ring he gave her.
Going to dinner with him.
Having kissed him.
Having confessed to each other.
Julian felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. Even if Maeve wasn’t officially his girlfriend yet, they had somehow become so deeply connected.
"Hey... Why are you pulling me?"
Julian, carrying a backpack on one shoulder, his tall body shielding Maeve from the scorching sun, grabbed her wrist with his right hand, "You’re walking too slowly."
"I..."
"Stop talking, or we’ll miss mealtime." Julian tightened his grip, trying hard not to let her see his current expression.
No need to think; it must be absolutely intense and filled with a desire to possess her.
Now, he’s even held her hand.
...
After dinner, Julian dragged her around aimlessly, wandering outside for several hours.
It was only at ten at night that he sent Maeve back to her dormitory, just like a few days before.
Despite Maeve’s repeated refusals, Julian insisted on doing it his way.
Once under the dim lights of the dorm building, possibly because winter was approaching, the tall and dense trees seemed slightly withered, some already bare, as if ready for the coming cold.
Julian stepped on fallen leaves, handed her the backpack, and quickly ruffled her hair, sighed softly, "I’ll leave you here."
Maeve: "..." What’s with that reluctant tone?
If not leaving her here, where else would you take her?
"Thanks." Maeve reached out to take the bag he handed over, but after two tugs, she still couldn’t move it.
She flexed her fingers, resignedly putting in more effort.
"Let go... ah, oops..."
After a rustling sound, the man who had been steady got pulled over by her, coincidentally there was a tree behind him, and Maeve was a bit dizzy from the rebound.
The man held the back of her head and kissed her in a completely domineering manner.
His large hand unceremoniously found its way to her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Maeve frowned and stomped hard on his shoe as the man kissed her passionately.
"Ouch..."
A hint of a smile flashed in Julian’s eyes, he stopped the movement with a light peck and rested his forehead against hers, chuckling, "So fierce?"
Maeve looked a little cold, "Julian Fairchild, that’s against the rules."
"Is it?" Julian didn’t let her go, his hand on the back of her head slowly moved to her delicate neck, his thumb lightly caressing the nape of her neck, pretending he didn’t understand—
"This wasn’t my initiative."
Maeve squinted half her eyes, listening to the man continue with his composed demeanor: "Who knew you’d be so strong?"
"Are you saying I pulled you over?" Maeve could hardly believe her ears, her mouth twitching.
Julian didn’t seem remotely embarrassed, even wiped his lips with a slight wickedness, "Yeah."
Yeah.
Goddamn yeah.
For a moment, Maeve had no words, she always thought she was the one teasing others, never expecting Julian would turn the tables today.
The defiance in her eyes, she suddenly reached to pull down Julian’s collar.
Julian naturally lowered his head.
With a fierce glint in her eyes, Maeve kissed him with an intensity that quickly had Julian’s heart all aflutter.
Her hand naughtily slipped inside his shirt...
Julian panted lightly, his eyes dark as if a beast was caged within, now barely contained.
He was about to regain the upper hand, but in the next second, Maeve directly pinned him against the tree, nibbling his lip like a feisty little beast.
She lifted her eyes, the curve of her fox-like eyes exuded allure, her tone a bit provocative—
"Do you feel better when you kiss me... or when I kiss you?"
Julian pinched her soft waist even more fiercely, a vein throbbing on his hand.
He showed a wry smile in his eyes.
When Maeve got passionate... he really couldn’t handle it, just a few light kisses, and he was almost unable to control himself.
Her strange competitive spirit, oh how it tormented him.
A smile flashed in his eyes, "I feel better when you kiss me."
Maeve raised an eyebrow, her mood finally lightening up.
That also counted as getting back at him.
Usually, it was Julian who initiated the kisses and decided when they ended.
It seemed like she was always in a passive state whenever she met Julian.
That little exchange just now felt a bit like her old self.
With a good mood, Maeve was about to mock Julian’s kissing skills when a beam of light suddenly hit her eyes.
She squinted, shifting her gaze to the side.
Julian, noticing, immediately used his hand to shield her eyes, a dangerous glint in his own.
The intruder’s hand trembled, dropping their phone on the ground: "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t see anything!"
With that, they quickly picked up the phone and ran! 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Maeve withdrew her gaze, stood straight, and lazily said, "Let’s go."
"But one more thing."
Julian leaned against the tree, his shirt in disarray, looking like he’d been kissed senseless, with his lips slightly cut—it showed just how wild Maeve’s kiss had been, "Don’t you think you’ve forgotten something?"
Maeve stopped, turning slightly; from her angle, the light shone on her long lashes, casting faint shadows on her lower eyelids, like someone straight out of a painting.
"I don’t remember."
Julian’s deep gaze settled on Maeve’s face, stepping closer to her with each step, "Let me give you a hint."
He tugged at his shirt and then stood before Maeve, watching her reaction.
Looking bewildered, Maeve glanced at the clothes she had "ruined," "You want me to compensate for your clothes?"
Julian was amused, tapping her little head lightly, "Is that all you can think of?"
"What else should I be thinking?"
Julian: "..."
"Don’t you feel... something different about me today?"
Maeve gave an "oh," "Indeed different, now President Fairchild’s face is getting thicker."
Julian seemed to grit his teeth, pulling Maeve’s hand to his chest, his voice carrying some helplessness yet remaining deep and pleasant, "Don’t you feel that today I—"
"Look very handsome?"
Maeve: "..."
Maeve: "Go wash up and sleep, I think your head’s not quite right today."
Julian wasn’t angry, instead teasingly asked, "So do you like the old me or the current me?"
Maeve instinctively replied, "The old you."
"Oh, so you liked me..." Julian quickly interjected, his tone teasing.
Maeve: "..."
She realized he was setting her up, finding it both amusing and exasperating, "... Aren’t you bored?"
Julian, looking at her reaction, sincerely said, "It’s quite fun."
"..."
"But the old me is in the past..." Julian’s gaze became more focused, his magnetic voice like it was bypassing her eardrums, sending a shiver down her heart, "The me now—"
He slowly said, "You might want to try to like."
