Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 259 - 197: You Really Are a Good Actor

In a place without cameras.

Kylie Kendrick threw the cloth in her hand to the ground and sneered, "You’re quite the actress, aren’t you?"

"Right back at you." Maeve Lane looked down at her, her gaze even more arrogant than Kylie’s.

"Let me be blunt, when we divvy up the tasks later, you pick preparing ingredients, I’ll pick assisting Lucy. Got it?" Kylie ordered imperiously, "Don’t think getting lucky acting with Fairchild will change anything. Some people are just not destined for fame. If you don’t do as I say, get ready for my fans to roast you after this show ends."

She spoke rapidly, then left without looking back, as if she couldn’t even bother to spare Maeve a glance.

Maeve was left speechless and choked.

Soon, Lucy Sterling’s voice came from outside, "Maeve, Kylie, where are you? We can start dividing tasks now."

Maeve responded, "Coming."

Kylie also replied, "Be right there!"

Lucy had already gathered the ingredients needed for the day at the left side of the front yard and said with a smile, "Now we’ve got chicken, duck, and goose. We need to divide the work—one person cooks, one collects firewood, and one handles the ingredients. What do you want to do?"

The lunches and dinners for "Leisure Time" are usually cooked with firewood collected by the guests from a designated forest area on Mount Theron, so someone also needs to go there to gather those materials.

This task allocation was quite similar to what Kylie mentioned.

This was how tasks were divided in previous seasons as well.

Lucy, being a regular guest, typically handled the cooking, so that option was essentially off the table.

Choosing it would feel like overstepping bounds, and besides, not choosing it also showed a different kind of respect.

Lucy could choose to do something else, but if a temporary guest picked that option, it would seem a bit inconsiderate.

Kylie had taken this into consideration as well.

Handling the ingredients meant slaughtering chickens and ducks, which was disgusting even to think about, let alone actually doing it. Afterward, your hands would definitely be greasy, which would be terrible for her image as an ethereal outdoor fairy!

She really didn’t want to do such crude work!

She shot a warning glance at Maeve, then quickly said, "Lucy, I’ll just..."

Maeve chuckled and was about to speak when a male voice came from outside the door, "Have you started cooking already?"

They turned simultaneously to see Sean Shaw and Julian Fairchild standing in front of the bamboo house with a bucket of fish.

In particular, Julian’s bucket was so full it could barely hold any more fish...

Lucy exclaimed, "So many? Did you use a fishing net?"

"No nets. They were all caught by rod," Sean and Julian placed the buckets in the front yard.

Afterward, the latter stood by Maeve’s side.

"Those fish must be enchanted; they all swam over to Julian. We were using the same bait, geez..." Sean shrugged with a helpless smile, "I even said I could teach him to fish, who knew the joke was on me."

Lucy laughed, "Seems like we’ve got a fishing expert this episode. Julian is really good at everything."

The group laughed.

Maeve also smiled softly.

Kylie peered out from behind Maeve, looking at Julian with admiration, "Fairchild, you’re amazing."

Julian had one hand in his pocket, looking somewhat relaxed, not listening to Kylie at all.

Instead, he casually asked Maeve, "What do you think?"

Maeve was momentarily startled, what did she think?

Was this... him asking for a compliment?

She thought for a moment and carefully said, "Impressive."

The man seemed a bit dissatisfied, "That’s it?"

"Fairchild is the best fisherman I’ve ever seen," Maeve said dryly, with "no sincerity" at all.

Julian chuckled quietly at her comment.

Kylie’s fingers clenched into fists.

This Maeve, cold and indifferent with others, suddenly put on airs before Fairchild, trying to curry favor with him!

How come he didn’t smile at her words, though?

After Maeve finished speaking, she stood there solemnly, without saying anything more.

Julian leaned closer to her and whispered, "I don’t like fishing."

The girl looked at him, puzzled.

The handsome man’s thin lips moved, his voice low—

"I like fishing you."

Maeve’s face blushed crimson in an instant.

Julian slowly stood up straight, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t said anything just now.