Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 187 - 172: Girlfriend

Julian Fairchild kissed her lightly and coaxed her softly, "Do you want to be with me?"

The girl smiled without a hint of hesitation, "Yes!"

Now, she was more in tune with her instincts. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Like is like, dislike is dislike.

Julian Fairchild’s thin lips curled into a smile.

He silently noted that Maeve Lane must never drink in places he couldn’t see her.

If she drinks, it should only be in his presence; he didn’t want anyone else to see this side of Maeve Lane.

The girl was like a child clinging to a beloved toy, her hands wrapped around the man’s muscular waist, squeezing occasionally.

Julian Fairchild allowed her little gestures, took out his phone, and then rewarded her with a kiss on the lips, his voice husky, "Say it again."

Maeve Lane was a bit perplexed.

The man held her with one hand, while his other hand intertwined with hers, "Tell me who you want to be with?"

Her nose was filled with the man’s masculine and wild scent.

The feeling of danger surfaced once again.

But back then she was sober and could control herself, and now, she frowned and tried to step back.

Julian Fairchild didn’t give her the opportunity to retreat, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her into his arms, holding her tightly, his head buried in her neck as if trying to endure something, "Speak."

Maeve Lane’s face, flushed from alcohol, burned even hotter; she swallowed, feeling like her heart was about to leap out, "Say... what?"

"Say you like me, want to be with me, say you... want me."

His voice was seductive, Maeve Lane felt his lips pressing against her skin, a frightening heat.

Her breathing was a bit unsteady, "Like you."

Julian Fairchild encouraged her, "Good, continue."

Seeing the man smiling and praising her, Maeve Lane smiled too and continued, "I want to be with you."

"And... say you want me."

Maeve Lane, oblivious, pulled Julian Fairchild’s head down, smiling innocently, "Want you."

Upon hearing this, Julian Fairchild felt his rationality abandon him, his mind’s string taut, ready to snap at any moment.

"Who am I?"

Julian Fairchild lowered his head, capturing her lips, effortlessly prying open her teeth, roughly exploring her mouth.

Maeve Lane was kissing dazedly, her pale arms gently resting on the man’s shoulders, breathing faintly, "Julian... Fairchild."

"Say it again."

"Julian Fairchild..."

"Again."

"Julian... Fairchild... ooh."

...

The next morning.

Pain.

This was how Maeve Lane felt before her consciousness returned entirely.

She frowned, letting out a soft "hiss."

In sight was the hotel suite’s richly ornate ceiling and chandelier.

Glancing at herself in a bathrobe, Maeve Lane was momentarily stunned.

Her bathrobe didn’t seem this large, did it?

To prove her hunch correct, Maeve Lane wanted to stand up and look, but as soon as she did, weakness overcame her, and she fell onto the bed.

"You’re awake..."

Julian Fairchild, entering the room, froze at the sight before him.

Maeve Lane was facing him, her slender waist and rounded hips, with still visible marks he left last night on her fair exposed skin...

Julian Fairchild turned away, his body a bit stiff, "Hungry?"

Maeve Lane, having fallen, finally understood.

Was she... and Julian Fairchild intoxicated and... that?

Seeing the marks on her waist and thighs, her mouth twitched, "We..."

"Yes." Julian Fairchild acknowledged quickly, after a moment of calming himself, he entered with water, "Drink some water first."

"How did you get in?" Maeve Lane was now a bit unclear on the situation and tightened her robe, "I was drunk, right?"

Julian Fairchild watched her drinking water, naturally wiping the water from her lips, "Yes."

He added, "I was drunk too."

Although Maeve Lane couldn’t recall much from her drunken state, Meredith’s accounts gave her some clue about her behavior when she’d had too much.

Julian Fairchild was also heavily drunk yesterday; if the two of them were in the same room, without anything happening, she would think Julian needs a doctor.

But that’s not the biggest issue.

The biggest problem was, she and Julian Fairchild originally had no contact, and now they were tangled up again.

Julian Fairchild looked at her fair face, cheeks still slightly flushed, his heart stirred.

He thought he could wait.

But... a flash of terrifying madness crossed his eyes.

Maeve Lane... wasn’t a virgin.

Julian Fairchild believed he had no such complexes, but when it came to Maeve Lane, just thinking about it drove him crazy.

He wasn’t her first man.

This realization made him jealously lose control; he intended to let her go last night, but in the end, he gripped her hand, falling into madness.

Therefore, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Whether she hated him or not, whether Maeve Lane’s words yesterday were true or false, whether she loved him or not, he would keep her by his side.

He didn’t care about the past; now he only wanted Maeve Lane.

A moment of silence.

Maeve Lane didn’t know how to speak to Julian Fairchild.

To say, "This was an accident, let’s not dwell on it," or "Forget about yesterday, pretend I didn’t pick you up from the bar last night?"

While she hesitated, the man took her hand and placed it on a phone.

It was hers.

The phone’s interface was already open.

Maeve Lane gave a questioning look, "What?"

"There’s a recording here, take a listen." Julian Fairchild, under her gaze, clicked play.

A sensual, teasing voice filled the quiet room.

And it was her voice!

Maeve Lane’s eyelids twitched fiercely.

[Like you...]

Next was Julian Fairchild’s husky voice, as if suppressing his desires.

[Good, continue.]

[Want to be with you.]

[And... say you... me.]

Maeve Lane’s calm facade finally cracked; Julian Fairchild’s voice was beyond the rules, even listening clear-headed was challenging, let alone when drunk.

Sure enough, the next moment, her voice rang out with a teasing tone, "Want you."

Maeve Lane never knew her voice could sound so soft; she couldn’t bear it.

She closed her eyes, intent on turning off the phone, but seeing this, Julian Fairchild produced another device, clearly his.

He smiled slightly, "I have another copy here, do you want to listen?"

Maeve Lane: "..."

No, I don’t.

By now, the recording reached the part where she called out Julian Fairchild’s name.

Her voice was truly enchanting, innocent yet sultry.

The sound following was quite indescribable.

Maeve Lane felt there was nowhere to hide her face, it seemed she wasn’t passive, but surprisingly proactive!

It blatantly suggested she harbored intentions towards Julian Fairchild; otherwise, why would she cling to him after getting drunk and say those words?

She wished to find a hole to burrow into.

Julian Fairchild brushed Maeve Lane’s bangs aside, revealing her white and slender neck, then kissed it devotionally, murmuring by her ear, "So now, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend."

Maeve Lane wanted to pretend she didn’t hear, but her skin was so sensitive that it blushed, "No."

"Trying to deny it?" Julian Fairchild turned her around.

"I was drunk."

Maeve Lane got out of bed, grabbed an excuse casually and tried to flee the room.