Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 250 - 195: Tender Affection

(This Chapter is a duplicate, don’t buy it, darlings.)

Julian Fairchild lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips, prying open her teeth in a domineering and forceful manner, frantically drawing in her flavor, his large hand pinching her waist.

The temperature in the corridor kept rising.

Maeve Lane was a bit dazed by the kiss, but soon, she came to her senses, her long lashes lightly closing as she gently pushed him away, "We agreed a few days ago... that this kind of thing should be mutual."

"What kind of thing?"

Julian Fairchild stopped, his breath a bit unstable.

Maeve Lane looked away, her cheeks starting to flush, "You know exactly what I mean."

Julian Fairchild looked into Maeve Lane’s eyes, his voice hoarse, "...So you don’t want to?"

Maeve Lane tried not to look into his eyes, how long have they been apart, "I don’t want to."

The man in front of her was remarkably handsome, his stature tall and upright, with sword-like eyebrows and clear, starry eyes.

Upon hearing her words, he curved his lips into a smile, effortlessly carrying her into the room, "Really don’t want to?"

"No..." Maeve Lane sighed softly.

Julian Fairchild lightly bit her earlobe, speaking ambiguously, "Love isn’t just about words, rather than saying it, I’d prefer..."

"You..." Maeve Lane’s face was now really red, she quickly jumped down from him, saying before her rationality left her, "I’m going to sleep now, goodnight."

Seeing Maeve Lane seemed determined not to get intimate with him, Julian Fairchild could only helplessly grab her hand, "Then kiss a little more."

The moment the girl hesitated, Julian Fairchild pulled her over, his strong arms holding her tightly, the other hand cupping the back of her head, kissing her red lips again.

His kiss was domineering and intense, making her body instantly soften.

This kiss seemed to have exceeded Maeve Lane’s expectations, she initially thought she could resist, but under his fierce onslaught, she found she didn’t actually want to resist.

Her heartbeat grew more intense, Maeve Lane’s fair face gradually tinted with a blush, her entire face as rosy as cherry blossoms.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her body grew softer and weaker, she felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body and she couldn’t withstand this man’s attack.

Her hands unconsciously rested on his shoulders, responding to him.

...

The next morning.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the woman’s peaceful sleeping face.

There was a knock at the door.

She slowly opened her eyes, casually threw on some clothes to open the door.

Standing at the door was Julian Fairchild.

Seeing the man at the door, she blinked her sleepy eyes, asking, "Why are you up so early?"

"Afraid you’ll be hungry, so I brought some breakfast." Julian Fairchild handed the thermal box to the girl.

She took the thermal box, raising an eyebrow, "Did you make it?"

"Do you want to eat something I made?"

Maeve Lane couldn’t imagine Julian Fairchild in the kitchen, just finding it very novel.

"...Not this time." Julian withdrew his hand, one hand in his pocket, a touch of laughter in his voice, "This time Miles Hughes bought it."

It was only then that Maeve Lane noticed that Miles Hughes was also standing to the side, obviously looking ungroomed. Seeing Maeve Lane casting a glance at him, Miles Hughes lifted his eyelids and said, "Miss Lane, good morning."

After saying this, he couldn’t help but yawn.

So tired...

"...You go rest first." Maeve Lane had already long considered Miles Hughes a friend, "If there’s something needed, I’ll have him call you again."

Miles Hughes glanced at Julian Fairchild, though very tired, he still didn’t move.

Until the handsome man spoke: "In the future, what Zoe says is what I say."

Miles Hughes was slightly shocked, the weight of this statement from Julian Fairchild was immense, but then he thought it was expected.

Because the subject was Maeve Lane.

In the young master’s eyes, she was always an exception.

"Yes, young master."

He stayed up all night overseeing the renovations since the young master obviously planned to stay long-term, the security and bulletproof glass had to be installed overnight, which was a large amount of work, and he needed to personally oversee it.

So he had hardly rested these past days.

After Miles Hughes withdrew, Maeve Lane opened the door wider, "Come in and eat together."

"Mm."

The handsome man entered the room, placing the thermal box on the table, turning to look at the yawning woman.

She was wearing a white camisole dress, her slightly wavy black hair cascading down her back, from the side view, her neck was fair and slender, her legs long and slender, making her look innocent yet sexy.

Julian Fairchild approached Maeve Lane, hugging her from behind, softly asking, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Maeve Lane, caught off guard and suddenly embraced, her voice wavered slightly.

"...Okay."