Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 244 - 193: I Missed You

The three of them walked out of the gate together.

Maeve Lane gave a relieved smile and said gently, "Julian Fairchild—"

"Let’s start over."

"Start over..." Julian Fairchild chewed on those words, his voice cold.

"Start over by leaving my sight?"

Maeve Lane shook her head, stopped, and looked at him, "Teach me how to love someone."

Miles Hughes’s eyes widened!

Julian Fairchild’s towering silhouette stiffened.

What did she just say?

Maeve Lane looked up, seemingly with stars in her eyes, "Didn’t you say you liked me?"

Julian Fairchild was completely caught off guard, unsure of how to react.

He was even paranoid that Maeve Lane had already discovered his plan, and was now deceiving him.

But—

"I want to learn how to love someone."

A faint smile appeared on Maeve Lane’s lips, a smile that was dazzling enough to blind.

"...Are you serious?"

Julian Fairchild suddenly understood the meaning behind Maeve’s words, "You... won’t leave me?"

Maeve Lane opened the car door and sat inside, "I’ve thought about it for a long time... being with you, it’s actually quite good." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I don’t know what you think."

Maeve Lane lifted her eyelids to look at him, actually somewhat lacking in confidence herself.

She hadn’t told Julian Fairchild many things.

"But I was thinking, maybe we can try walking together for a while."

Her tone was devoid of any hint of joking, "Seriously."

Julian Fairchild pulled her close, letting Maeve Lane sit comfortably on his lap, his deep black eyes locked onto hers.

Trying to find some trace of... lying.

But there wasn’t.

Maeve Lane hugged his head, "Why are you silent all the time? Do you know how long I thought before making this decision?"

She had never thought of including any man in her future.

Every relationship was just a fleeting whim.

She trapped herself in a small house for five days and nights.

Even thought about it until she felt ill.

Hallucinations constantly appeared before her eyes.

No matter how she opened her eyes, all she saw was Julian Fairchild’s face, and what she heard was his voice.

For a few days, she couldn’t distinguish between illusions and reality.

Her first action upon waking was to find Julian Fairchild.

She thought, actually, she was unwilling to lose him.

But she still called him here.

If she decided to start anew in a relationship, then everything from the past should be abandoned.

The start of this marriage wasn’t beautiful.

These three years weren’t good for her either.

Sometimes she even felt that she was living in a dream, and the Julian Fairchild in this dream was a figment of her imagination.

The cold version of him was reality.

Julian Fairchild buried his head in her neck, muffled, "Why divorce?"

"I want a fair relationship... although saying this might sound pretentious, but Julian Fairchild, don’t you think you’ve been too domineering in this marriage?"

Maeve Lane’s tone was calm, evidently well thought out.

Julian Fairchild felt a sharp pain in his heart, "I’m sorry."

If he could, he would have wanted to give Maeve Lane the complete process, courtship, proposal, and then a grand wedding.

But he used the most... extreme method.

Back then he knew he still loved Maeve Lane, but he hated her for leaving him without looking back because of that incident.

The dark desires in his heart grew like wild vines.

He wanted Maeve Lane’s eyes to be filled with him, wanted to pull her into the abyss, to trample her pride and coldness underfoot...

He had the ability to do so.

And he did give Maeve Lane a chance.

It was her who inadvertently stumbled back into his world again.

The moment he saw Maeve Lane appear in the Fairchild Family, those dark thoughts instantly occupied his mind.

[What makes you think you’re worth two hundred million?]

He saw a paleness on the girl’s face that he had never seen before.

Yet her eyes were still filled with indifference and humiliation.

There was not a shred of affection towards him.

He had someone draft a marriage agreement and threw it at her feet.

To Maeve Lane, this agreement seemed to force her to break her bones of pride.

She was supposed to be a wild rose growing freely.

For her closest relatives, she had no choice but to break her own thorns.

Obediently enduring by his side for three years.

This marriage was a knot in both of their hearts.

"I’m sorry."

Julian Fairchild repeated in a deep voice, with blood rims around his eyes, the heaviness in his voice like it was engraving in her heart.

Maeve Lane felt warmth all over from his embrace, her cheeks blushing slightly. She gently caressed his hair, "I’m sorry to you."

"How about we make a promise?"

Julian Fairchild threaded his fingers through her hair, looking down at her, "What promise?"