Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 254 - 195: Another Encounter_2

So, reverse thinking: if someone knows Maeve Lane is participating in the show, that person must have a higher confidentiality level than Maeve.

When Julian Fairchild saw the contract that Miles Hughes handed over, he immediately saw the name:

Maeve Lane.

He could tell it was Zoe’s handwriting.

When Miles saw the name, he was also taken aback, "Young master, young mistress is here too..."

"Did you arrange this?"

Julian Fairchild’s lips curved into a joyful smile.

Miles honestly replied, "No."

The smile on Julian Fairchild’s lips widened.

Miles perceptively said, "This shows that young master and young mistress are very much in sync; without consulting, they both chose the same program."

"Hmm."

At that moment—

"Julian Fairchild?" a familiar voice echoed from the doorway, "Why are you here?"

Maeve Lane was dressed in a solid black cropped top, flared pants, and still sported a pair of sneakers, looking less aloof and more vibrant.

Julian Fairchild placed the document in his hand on the table, saying succinctly, "Coincidence."

Sarah Sutton saw this too and murmured, "This is too much of a coincidence..."

The man shot her a cold, sharp glance.

Sarah Sutton felt a chill down her neck and quickly retreated, "I was joking. If Fairchild is here, then on the show, Maeve, you should have him look after you."

"...Do I need you to say that?"

The man’s voice, as always, was intimidating.

"Okay, okay, no need for me to say it."

Sarah Sutton didn’t hesitate a bit to leave Maeve Lane behind.

Miles also spoke up, "Young master, Miss Maeve Lane, I’ll go arrange dinner for tonight, you two chat."

He considerately closed the door behind him.

Maeve Lane stood near the door, her delicate brows furrowed, "Hey, I’m really upset."

Julian Fairchild walked closer to her, lifted her chin, his voice hinting at a smile, "Really upset?"

The girl’s eyes briefly swept across his face, "You said you believed I could get the Best Actress on my own, now that I’ve just finished filming the show you arranged, I’m put into a variety show again?"

"Really, I didn’t." Julian Fairchild bowed his head helplessly, wanting to kiss her, but Maeve Lane turned her head to avoid it.

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask the program crew yourself later." Julian Fairchild saw that Maeve’s expression was indeed a bit off and stood up straight, seriously saying, "I didn’t lie to you."

"Even if you did arrange it, would the program crew dare to admit it?" Maeve Lane hit the nail on the head.

She didn’t want to always rely on Julian Fairchild.

She wanted to make her own way in the world.

The man’s voice rang out again, with a hint of gritted teeth, "If I’m lying, then punish me by not letting me have you all year, hmm?"

Maeve Lane was initially stunned, then her ears started to heat up.

That punishment.

Maeve Lane believed him.

After all, how much Julian Fairchild endured during this time, she couldn’t ignore...

Julian Fairchild finally got his wish and embraced her, sighing heavily, "I miss you so much."

Maeve Lane realized she had wrongly blamed him, paused, and said in an apologetic tone, "I’m sorry..."

"How many times have I told you, there’s no need to apologize to me." Julian Fairchild looked at Maeve Lane’s short sleeves, frowning slightly, "Why are you still wearing short sleeves at this time of year?"

"What if you catch a cold?"

Maeve Lane replied, "It’s a bit cold outside, but inside the air conditioning temperature is quite comfortable."

"By the way, when you’re on the show tomorrow, try to restrain yourself, don’t be too handsy." Maeve Lane pointed at his hand with her finger, "Especially without my permission, you can’t kiss me casually, if caught on camera it will have bad implications."

Julian Fairchild’s face turned a bit sour, "I guess this is my own fault for spoiling it

"...Who would have thought, just casually picking a variety show, I’d end up together with you again."

"After a month of only looking, now we have to continue."

The grievance in the man’s words was obvious, even if Maeve Lane wanted to pretend not to hear, she couldn’t.

After a while.

Maeve Lane said, her eyes somewhat wandering, "But if there are no cameras around, you can do whatever you want."

The man’s breath hitched.

The girl seemed to realize her words could easily lead to misunderstandings. She quickly added, "Of course, when I said whatever, I meant kiss and such."

Julian Fairchild’s lips curved into a smile, the ice in his eyes completely melted by warmth, "Is my Zoe feeling sorry for me?"

"...Feeling sorry for my suffering?"

Maeve Lane lightly punched his shoulder, exasperated, "If you keep talking, you’ll get to do nothing."

Julian Fairchild chuckled, pecked the girl’s red lips, his voice low and pleasant, "Can I kiss you now?"

"Mm..."