Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 265 - 199: Your Punishment Is No Hug Tomorrow
Julian Fairchild and her CP super topic don’t seem to have many people yet.
The latest reply was posted just ten minutes ago.
The cover photo, likely edited by someone, features a somewhat tacky heart-gazing photo.
Maeve Lane’s gaze lingered on it for a few seconds, puzzled, "Why does it feel both cheesy and trendy..."
She directly checked the pinned post.
"Coldfruit couple..." Maeve lay in bed, holding her phone with one hand, thumb gently sliding, "Why are they called Coldfruit?"
Soon, Maeve realized that there was a ’mango’ in her name, so it could be thought of as mango, with Julian Fairchild’s name added.
The pinned post was still those contents from before, recently they’ve added some CP moments.
She went through them one by one, her eyes went from lazily casual to surprised.
A fan with the ID "LovesLemonade" built an analysis thread, claiming to speculate on the origin of her and Julian Fairchild’s love...
Maeve originally didn’t take it seriously, but the more she read, the more shocked she became.
"Boldly Dream, maybe Fairchild and Maeve have known each other for a long time, they’re signed to the same company, and their signing time is about the same. Look at Fairchild now, protecting Maeve so much, it’s impossible that there was no movement before, not even a hint of promotion."
"So maybe Fairchild and Maeve had some misunderstanding that hadn’t been resolved for years, but now it has, so Fairchild has become much more overt!"
"Maeve, in the entertainment industry, is a top-level beauty, yet she hasn’t become popular. You have to know, it’s the era where traffic is king. As long as you look good, a short video or even a picture can go viral across the country. If Maeve had done any marketing, she wouldn’t have been playing supporting roles after being in the industry for years."
"This can only mean one thing: doesn’t the company want to make money? They’re an organization aimed at profiting, which means—MS Entertainment has someone suppressing Maeve, not letting her become popular!"
"And Fairchild has bided his time, finally reaching a film emperor’s status, holding significant influence in MS Entertainment and even the entire entertainment circle. Now, he is no longer the newcomer who could only watch Maeve being bullied without being able to help!"
"Fairchild, having gained influence, started helping Maeve. So now, Maeve’s resources are no longer being suppressed. Fairchild began introducing her, first with dramas, now variety shows, and surely there will be movies in the future!"
"Fruit fans! The third collaboration is possible! We can wait for their official announcement of being together!"
After reading, Maeve felt a strange sense of fantasy.
If she weren’t involved, she might have believed it herself.
But, Maeve thought for a moment; however, the "LovesLemonade" did mention a lot of things that might be true.
In recent years, her resources have indeed been suppressed.
Whether the roles she took or the resources Sarah Sutton fought for her.
But "Lemonade" got one thing wrong, the president of MS Entertainment is Julian Fairchild.
If he hadn’t allowed it, who could suppress her resources?
...
Julian Fairchild just finished working out, his hair slightly damp with sweat, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.
Now, whenever he thought of Maeve’s reply "Okay,"
he couldn’t help but feel a warmness in his heart.
The smile on his face could not be suppressed.
He took a cold shower, tied on a bathrobe, ready to say goodnight to Maeve.
At this moment, he noticed Maeve had sent a message half an hour ago.
It was a picture.
Precisely an analysis from someone named "LovesLemonade."
A trace of ominous feeling flashed across his heart.
Carefully looking at it, Julian Fairchild slowly sat straight, a rare hint of panic in his eyes, his typing speed unconsciously increased—
[What’s wrong?]
After sending this message, it was like sinking into the sea without a response. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Julian Fairchild sent another one.
[It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have suppressed your resources.]
Maeve still did not reply.
Julian Fairchild couldn’t sleep at all, he lifted the quilt and went next door to knock on the door.
After knocking a few times, a familiar voice came from inside, "Just a moment."
An inexplicable panic surged up, beads of sweat appeared on the man’s forehead.
The door opened.
Maeve stood at the door, drowsy, "What’s up?"
Julian Fairchild didn’t say a word, just hugged her into his arms, closed the door with one hand.
He placed his big hand on the back of her head, pressing Maeve’s head against his chest, "Why didn’t you reply to the message?"
Maeve’s head buried in his chest, her voice a bit muffled, "I fell asleep, the phone was beside me."
"What do you mean by sending that picture?"
Julian Fairchild’s voice was slightly uneasy, "Are you mad?"
Maeve thought for a moment before remembering which picture it was about; once she felt sleepy, her reaction slowed sharply.
