Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 180 - 170: Julian Fairchild, Why Didn’t You Come Find Me?

Chapter 180: Chapter 170: Julian Fairchild, Why Didn’t You Come Find Me?

The waiter looked a little confused, "...phone call?"

Maeve Lane nodded slightly. At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, smiling at her, "I made the call. You can leave this to me."

The waiter felt that the young man looked unfamiliar. After taking a closer look, he realized it was the person the boss invited today. Before he could process his astonishment, Miles Hughes quickly stuffed a few red bills into his hand. He immediately understood, "Okay."

Maeve Lane did not notice their little exchange. Her gaze passed through the group of men whose eyes were burning with interest, landing on the man sitting on the sofa.

He was leaning back against the sofa, his face hidden in the shadows like a lurking leopard. His eyes, full of intense curiosity, also looked over at her.

His face was as if carefully crafted by God. At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, his collar undone, and a hint of drunken red colored his delicate collarbones.

Appearing both arrogant and wild, a stark contrast from his usual buttoned-up, abstinent appearance.

It was as if ice wine had been mixed with fire; this one look made Maeve feel as if the air had turned scorching hot,

instinctively alerting her to some danger.

"Miss Lane, Mr. Fairchild is over there. You should get him out of here," Miles, noticing that Maeve had clearly seen his young master yet was still standing still, felt uneasy. Could she be having second thoughts...

If Maeve came and didn’t take the young master away, the young master would only be more heartbroken!

He might even end up drinking himself into the hospital!

Maeve was just momentarily stunned. In her impression, Julian Fairchild was always calm and self-possessed. Seeing him like this now, she couldn’t help but be a little shocked.

"Sorry for the trouble. I’ll take him now."

Miles nodded, leading the way for Maeve.

When they reached Julian Fairchild’s spot, Miles, tactfully said, "Miss Lane, I’ll take my leave now." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Okay."

Before leaving, Miles arranged for a few others to make sure no one disturbed Maeve and Julian Fairchild.

The people sitting nearby were also perceptive, leaving one by one. This way, the area around Maeve became somewhat quieter.

Miles’s idea wasn’t wrong, nor was his execution.

The only flaw was that he didn’t know Maeve liked to drink.

And she had a terrible tolerance.

In front of Julian Fairchild was a row of unopened spirits. Maeve’s first reaction wasn’t to take him away but—

She blinked, "Are you drunk?"

Julian Fairchild’s gaze greedily took her in; it had been a month since he’d been this close to Maeve.

Maeve waved her hand in front of his eyes and then went to take the bottle from his hand.

Miles had struggled so hard to get it from Julian Fairchild, but the moment Maeve reached out, Julian Fairchild handed it over.

He twitched his lips slightly, observing the two from a spot where Maeve couldn’t see.

Miles swore, he’d never seen the young master so obedient in his entire life...

Especially after getting drunk.

Maeve took Julian Fairchild’s bottle, set it aside, and said, "Come with me, otherwise they’ll throw you out."

She looked at Julian Fairchild’s flushed face from drinking, "Are you upset? You’ve drunk so much they won’t even let you drink anymore. Just how much have you had?"

Empty bottles were scattered all around.

Julian Fairchild said nothing, just stared at her intensely like a wolf.

Maeve felt a shiver from his gaze, covering his eyes with her hand as she pulled him up from the sofa.

"Can you still stand?"

It would have been better not to ask; once she did, Maeve felt as if a massive stone was weighing down on her.

Half supporting and half carrying, Maeve got Julian Fairchild into a taxi.

When Julian Fairchild noticed she was about to get out, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her from behind, speaking in a low, drunken voice, "Don’t go."

Maeve felt a tingling at her ear, biting her lip as she shifted his arm away, "Wait for me; I’ll be back soon. Just stay here."

Only then did the man stop exerting force.

As Maeve got out of the car, she glanced at Julian Fairchild, sensing a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Like a pitiful little wolf.

Miles was about to follow but was stopped short when Maeve suddenly turned back.

He quickly halted and stood silently to the side.

Maeve had returned to settle the bill for Julian Fairchild, taking a few bottles of alcohol with her as well.

Just kidding, she couldn’t let herself go empty-handed on such a rare trip.

When she got back into the car, she hadn’t even put the alcohol down before being entirely enveloped by Julian Fairchild.

The driver asked, "Miss, where to?"

Maeve tried to hold back Julian Fairchild’s hands, but his head leaned closer again, making her flustered, "To Aurelia University."

The driver didn’t turn around, "Alright."

Once she finished speaking, she frowned, "...Isn’t it past curfew? We won’t be able to get in even if we go back."