Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 242 - 192: Three Years Have Passed, Choice (Part 2)
"Hmm." Sarah Sutton said, "I’ve been observing him for a while, and it’s no exaggeration to say that wherever his gaze ends, it’s always you."
Wherever the eyes find rest, there you are.
Maeve Lane’s smile gradually faded.
"If a woman could marry Fairchild in the future, she would be so happy. Judging by Fairchild’s personality, he would definitely be a wife-doting maniac. He might even quit acting and retire from the industry after getting married." Sarah propped her chin up and said.
"I’m really envious, sigh..."
Maeve randomly tapped her fingers and accidentally opened the memo app. She asked, "And what about the person who divorces Julian Fairchild?"
Sarah chuckled, "Maeve, what are you talking about? I don’t think anyone would divorce Fairchild."
Maeve also chuckled, then stretched lazily, "The sky is so blue here."
"I think so too."
She already had the answer in her heart.
...
These days, the cast and crew of "Rivers and Mountains as Usual" seemed to have a secret that couldn’t be spoken publicly.
That was, their Best Actor Fairchild was pursuing Maeve Lane.
There wasn’t any grand, sensational gesture, but those observant enough could sense it.
For instance, Best Actor Fairchild would send his agent Miles Hughes to fetch a pillow when Maeve wanted to sleep.
For instance, Best Actor Fairchild would personally hold an umbrella for Maeve when she was standing.
For instance, someone once saw Julian Fairchild sleeping while leaning on Maeve Lane. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
...
News spreads quickly in the entertainment circle, especially about Julian Fairchild.
But despite many paparazzi hearing the news and waiting for a long time, they couldn’t capture any photos to prove these speculations.
One night after shooting, a dedicated paparazzo waited outside the mesh fence all night, going through great difficulty to capture a photo of Best Actor Fairchild holding Maeve Lane’s hand.
His expression was indulgent, even a bit cautious, as if afraid of hurting her.
It was exactly like an idol drama scene, just add a filter and it could be used as a poster!
The paparazzo was overjoyed and soon contacted a marketing account!
In the afternoon, a freshly baked article and photo were posted on Weibo and a certain forum.
——"A netizen revealed that Best Actor Fairchild is allegedly pursuing MAEVE, with photos as evidence!"
"Wow, holding hands, so sweet!"
"That’s not the point, sisters, look at who the protagonist is, oh my God, isn’t this Maeve Lane!"
"I knew there was something fishy between them!"
"Poster, why is your account gone?"
"The account being gone isn’t important, the photo broke as well! Wow, things are becoming more real!"
"I found real gossip but no one believes me..."
The picture broke quickly, locked in place within seconds. Such explosive news, hardly any comments were left before the entire thread was bombarded.
And the marketing account that posted the picture on Weibo also deleted the original post.
Five minutes later, they came back.
Posted a message: "Sorry everyone, the netizen who leaked it said the picture was Photoshopped, everyone disperse."
However, it was still seen through by netizens.
"Host, host, are you still there!"
"Everyone look, the last time they posted on Weibo, it was from a certain fruit phone, now it’s on Android..."
"You’ve uncovered the secret, brother, I’ve grown so accomplished! Found real gossip!!"
Miles Hughes hung up the phone and turned to Julian Fairchild with a bow, "Young master, it’s been handled promptly. We’ve bought all the photos at a high price, I don’t think anyone would dare release them again."
"Hmm."
Julian Fairchild looked at a few printed photos on the table.
"Keep these well, put them in an album."
"Yes, young master."
...
Time flies, transient as clouds changing and dogs turning white.
In a blink, it’s been a week since the official Weibo of "Rivers and Mountains as Usual" announced the wrap-up.
During this week, Julian Fairchild felt as if he was enduring torture every day.
Wanting to see her.
Yet also afraid to see her.
They had surpassed the time set in their agreement three years ago by a few days now.
He felt like a prisoner waiting for his sentence.
Miles Hughes brought over a finely packaged lunch box, knocked on the door, and said, "Young master, you should eat something, you haven’t eaten in two days."
"Has she called?"
Julian Fairchild, eyes closed, surrounded by photos of Maeve Lane in his phone.
Photos from sets, daily life, smiling, crying, frowning, angry, indifferent...
Every version of her made him not know what to do with himself.
"No." Miles added, "But Miss Payne said she’s become friends with the young mistress, and if the young mistress has any news, she’ll let us know."
