Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 186 - 171: Defining the Relationship (Sweet, 4,500 Words)
Maeve Lane thought this approach was pretty good, and she looked at him, saying, "How about it?"
Julian Fairchild struggled to resist this wave of the beauty tactic, "Not good. You said you wanted to be with me, so you can’t go back on your word."
Maeve almost wanted to say, "What if I go back on my word?"
But then she saw Julian’s resentful look, as if she were some kind of incorrigible heartbreaker.
She opened her mouth, dryly saying, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Julian actually let her go, turned his back, his tall and strong figure appearing somewhat lonely, "If I really make you so disgusted, then just leave."
He curled up a smile, but his eyes were cold as ice, as if he were extremely heartbroken, "Living out my life alone isn’t so bad."
Maeve paused.
She couldn’t tell if Julian was acting or truly reacting.
Her mood was a bit irritable.
In this situation, isn’t it usually the girl who makes the guy take responsibility?
How did it end up like this with her?
Finally, after a long silence, Maeve said, "If it’s temporarily, then okay."
She didn’t plan for a lifetime together with one person.
Nor was she prepared for it.
So if they were together, someday... they would part.
Julian’s motion to get up stopped, as if in disbelief, "You agreed?"
Maeve repeated, "Temporarily."
After saying this, Maeve felt she was being a bit ridiculous.
Who can guarantee staying together with anyone?
Maybe Julian would only like her for a while.
Worrying about this now is indeed a bit early.
Thinking this way, she felt more at ease.
Julian automatically ignored this reminder.
Temporary is fine, he could slowly make her fall for him.
He felt better than ever and pulled Maeve into his embrace with a force that seemed to merge her into him.
His heart was racing as he said in a deep voice, "You’re mine."
In the future, he could legitimately ask the men around Maeve to buzz off.
He could always be with Maeve.
He could become the closest person to Maeve.
Maeve found it a bit hard to breathe from his hold, weirdly, though this wasn’t her first relationship, why did this time feel a bit... different?
Maybe it was Julian’s emotions affecting her.
"Mm." Maeve casually responded, feeling a bit sleepy, although she didn’t remember last night at all, she knew how long the two of them had messed around.
The dark circles under Julian’s eyes were the best evidence.
She felt that now her appearance must not be much better than Julian’s.
And this lingering atmosphere of love in the room.
Maeve let him hold her for a while, then said, "I want to rest a bit more."
Julian moved a little away from her, his attractive features showing concern, "Okay."
He released Maeve, "Do you want to eat something before sleeping?"
"No need." After gaining freedom, Maeve didn’t lay down to sleep as Julian thought but hung onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck instead.
Now that their relationship was confirmed, she wouldn’t act coy.
Seeing Julian’s quizzical brow, Maeve lifted the corners of her mouth slightly, "Carry me to your room to sleep."
Hearing this, Julian’s eyes darkened. If Maeve’s clear eyes hadn’t shown any other intent, he might’ve thought she was inviting him.
But in fact, Maeve just purely wanted to sleep in his room.
The sheets here did indeed need changing.
Julian shook her lightly to make it easier for Maeve to settle comfortably in his arms, his voice hoarse from passion, "Alright."
Seeing him agree, Maeve fell asleep on Julian’s shoulder.
Suddenly, she thought, having a boyfriend seemed nice after all.
The doctor said she could settle down, try finding someone she liked; maybe it could completely cure her... phobia.
He mentioned Henry Hughes was a good choice.
However, Maeve thought Julian seemed more suitable.
The only unsuitability was...
Her gaze fell slightly, Julian wouldn’t know she’d had that kind of past.
Maeve didn’t want Julian to see her in such a pathetic state.
If he found out... and then asked her why, what would she say?
He wasn’t as easily fooled as Henry Hughes.
Luckily, they booked two rooms last night.
Julian gently laid Maeve on the bed, feeling her forehead for temperature, "Is anywhere uncomfortable?"
Maeve, feeling extremely sleepy, intended to sleep the moment she touched the bed, muttered softly, "No."
Moreover, if she said she was in pain, she suspected Julian would take her to see a doctor straight away.
Ugh, just thinking about it was embarrassing.
But no sooner had she lay down, Julian pulled her up again, something cool touching her lips.
She opened her eyes to find it was a spoon.
Julian had her lean against him, at some point holding a bowl of porridge, now cooling a spoonful before bringing it to her lips, "Eat something before sleeping; it’s not good for your body otherwise."
Maeve didn’t want to drink at first, but the taste was irresistible, so she drank it with her eyes closed.
Miles Hughes, who queued early to buy porridge: Is it surprising that it tastes good? This breakfast shop is famous for it!
After she finished, Julian wasn’t letting her off, insisting that sleeping right after eating was bad for health and she should exercise a bit.
Then she found herself pinned at the bedside, kissed for over ten minutes until both were sweating, and the sixteen-degree air-conditioning felt like it wasn’t even on.
Seeing Julian wanting more, for the first time in her life, Maeve admitted defeat, "No more kissing, my head hurts."
Julian, seeing this, placed a light kiss on her slightly swollen lips before tucking her into the quilt.
Finally released, Maeve wrapped herself in the quilt, trying to distance herself from Julian.
But the next second, Julian also lay beside her, lifting the quilt, pulling her into his arms, whispering against her ear, "Let’s sleep together."
