Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 240 - 191: This Young Master Is Clearly Trying to Woo Her_3
Eliza Grant gave him a look to calm down,
Miles Monarch looked down at him and said, "You know this young lady?"
Liam Quinn nodded, "This is my fiancée."
Miles Monarch felt a surge of unfamiliar, bitter emotions; hearing Liam Quinn’s words made him very uncomfortable.
It was as if something important had been taken away by someone else.
Even though he had just met this young lady.
"Okay! Cut!" Director Dayne clapped the board, "Not bad, the looks were great, especially Julian Fairchild’s gaze, I’m truly impressed!"
Julian Fairchild replied indifferently, "It’s alright."
Maeve Lane approached, with Sarah Sutton holding an umbrella for her, while Nina Quinn brought some water for her to drink and said, "Great job, great job, Maeve, take a break, today’s scenes were flawless, fantastic."
She smiled slightly, "Thank you."
Nina Quinn also smiled for a moment, suddenly recalling a phrase.
True aloofness isn’t about keeping a stiff face and being rude but maintaining just the right level of detachment and propriety.
She seemed to be smiling, but the smile never reached her eyes, as if a layer of ice covered them.
"Maeve, come over here, there’s another scene with you two this afternoon, why don’t you run through your lines first?" Director Dayne said to Maeve Lane, and then turned to Julian Fairchild and said, "I’m counting on you, I think you’re both in great shape today."
"Alright."
Maeve Lane finished her water and, after a brief rest, walked over to where Julian Fairchild was sitting.
Recently, the crew had come to the edge of a desolate desert to shoot this scene because the location was quite natural here, and they couldn’t bring too much advanced equipment, keeping gear as minimal as possible.
The afternoon sun was exceptionally harsh, with no hint of the approaching winter.
The heat waves rolled continuously; without a mask, one would soon be covered in dust and dirt.
Maeve Lane climbed over a hill to get to Julian Fairchild’s side. He wasn’t wearing a mask, yet his face remained strikingly handsome.
She looked around and said, "You do know how to pick a spot to rest."
Julian Fairchild understood, "It’s a lee slope."
Maeve Lane sat on the folding chair beside him, "Let’s run through the afternoon scene."
The man said, "Sure."
"I heard before that your weakness was emotional scenes, but it seems you’re really good at them today." Maeve Lane thought, putting aside Julian Fairchild’s other identities, he truly was a great "teacher."
She actually felt quite lucky to have her first leading role filming alongside Julian Fairchild.
"Not amazing." Julian Fairchild took off his sunglasses, his high nose bridge, and thin lips moved slightly, "Just get into character."
Maeve Lane asked, "How do you get into character?"
"...Just think of the man in today’s scene as someone with the last name Hughes." Julian Fairchild said concisely, clearly not wanting to mention that name.
Maeve Lane: "..."
"Henry Hughes?"
Julian Fairchild’s expression turned forbidding, "After all these years, you still remember him?"
"...Weren’t you the one who brought him up?"
The man chuckled lightly, "Out of all the people with the surname Hughes, you just had to think of him?"
Maeve Lane felt like she was transported back a few years.
In the past, as soon as Julian Fairchild mentioned Henry Hughes, he would get jealous to an extreme degree.
The smile on her lips gradually faded.
Now, there are only just over twenty days left until they part ways.
After this, where does she go from here?
She can feel her feelings for Julian Fairchild veering off track.
A strong hand suddenly grasped hers, Maeve Lane glanced around and asked, "What are you doing?"
Julian Fairchild said, "I’m tired."
Maeve Lane looked at the chair and said, "You have to walk quite a distance to get out, the next scene will start soon. Why don’t you sit in the chair for a while?"
Julian Fairchild pulled her over, adjusted her chair’s position, letting her sit leaning against a post, and then said in a low voice—
"Don’t move."
Maeve Lane didn’t know what he was planning but cooperated with a soft "hmm."
In an instant, Julian Fairchild leaned on her shoulder, his two long legs stretched out and crossed over each other.
By slightly tilting her head to the side, she could see Julian Fairchild’s slightly prickly black hair, and downwards were his deep-set eyes, even from such an awkward angle he still looked incredibly handsome.
Director Dayne walked over the ridge and saw this scene, nearly slipping and rolling down like a ball.
Luckily, Miles Hughes caught him, "Careful."
He shook his head helplessly, "I see it clearly now, this young master is blatantly here to pursue someone."
