Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 246 - 193: I Miss You 3

"Mm."

...

Maeve Lane moved to a place called Ardoria.

Due to professional considerations, she chose a neighborhood with good privacy measures. It’s also relatively close to MS Entertainment, making it convenient if anything comes up.

It’s not too far from Crestfall Bay either, so Julian Fairchild doesn’t have to drive very long to come find her.

Thinking of this, Maeve paused while tidying her clothes and muttered to herself, "Why did I think of him again."

She set aside what she was holding and pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom.

Her phone was placed to the side, displaying a half-edited memo:

[The first day of starting anew.]

[The house is just the right size for living alone, but I occasionally think of him...]

It’s already night, yet the sounds of renovation from the neighboring room hadn’t stopped.

Ever since she moved here, knocking and hammering have been nonstop over there.

Even though the doors and windows meet soundproofing standards, it’s still a bit noisy.

Maeve frowned; she finally finished her stint with the production crew and wanted to get some rest for a while.

Renovating in the middle of the night, is it that urgent?

She walked out in slippers, wearing the pink rabbit pajamas Mrs. Thompson had prepared for her.

Many of the clothes Mrs. Thompson chose for her were rather youthful.

Over the years, Mrs. Thompson gave her a lot of warmth.

As she stepped out the door, her neighbor faced away from her, with a somewhat familiar silhouette.

Maeve’s mouth twitched slightly, "Julian Fairchild?"

The man’s hand holding the phone froze.

As he slowly turned around, Julian Fairchild’s demeanor returned to being noble and aloof, "Mm."

She put her hand on her forehead, "Why are you here?"

Miles Hughes rushed out from inside, looking quite disheveled, "Young Master, it’s all settled. You can sleep next to the young mistress tonight... uh, young mistress."

Maeve glared at him, "I said not to call me young mistress now, just call me Maeve Lane."

Miles stammered, "Miss Maeve Lane..."

Julian Fairchild said, "All right, just take everyone and go."

Miles responded, "Okay, we’ll leave now."

He called inside a couple of times, and soon over a dozen burly men emerged, carrying some equipment and debris, as if they’d just come from a demolition team...

Maeve peeked into Julian Fairchild’s room, unable to see what had changed, "What are you doing in there, why all the noise?"

"Just had the rooms on this floor opened up," Julian Fairchild said nonchalantly, "It’s much safer this way."

Maeve: "..."

The world of wealthy people is beyond her comprehension.

So, apart from Julian Fairchild’s room, is hers the only surviving room on this floor...

Julian Fairchild showed no awkwardness at all at being discovered, even proactively inviting, "Would you like to come sit in my room?"

Maeve: "..."

"No thanks." Maeve looked at him seriously, "Julian Fairchild, when you act like this, it’s hard for me to trust you."

Julian Fairchild raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"I said I wanted to move out, and you immediately moved right next to me. What’s next, you’ll rig an award for Best Actress for me?"

Before locking the screen, the document on Julian Fairchild’s phone unmistakably showed: [Golden Statue Film Festival Award Investment Cooperation Agreement.]

Julian put his phone in his suit pocket, unfazed as he retorted, "No, I won’t."

Maeve gave him a suspicious look.

Julian Fairchild took a step forward, wrapping her waist with his large hand, burying his head in her neck, his voice utterly seductive—

"I miss you so much."

Maeve’s chin lightly rested on Julian Fairchild’s shoulder, "Mm."

The man chuckled, a deep, magnetic laugh, "Mm?"

She asked perplexed, "Is there a problem?"

Julian Fairchild held her closer, whispering in her ear, "You should say ’I miss you too.’

Maeve rarely expressed straightforward thoughts like missing or loving you, hesitating upon hearing this.

With their fingers interlocked, Julian Fairchild placed her soft little hand over his heart, "Didn’t you ask me how to love someone?"

"Can’t handle saying a few words of affection?"

Faced with the man’s intense gaze, Maeve found it hard to maintain her composed façade.

She tentatively began, "I... miss you."

Julian caught a jolt of electricity running through him as he hugged her, his voice hoarse, "Say it again?"