Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 266 - 199: Your Punishment Is No Hug Tomorrow_2
"Hmm." She didn’t hide it, her tone somewhat weary, "It is indeed a bit much."
"I’m sorry."
A trace of guilt flashed in Julian Fairchild’s eyes as he slowly spoke, "I was so scared of losing you back then, I even thought for a while that if you made enough money, you would decisively leave me."
Maeve Lane’s hazy consciousness gradually cleared, and she gently placed her hands on the man’s waist.
"That’s why I had Miles Hughes intercept your resources and partly put your career on ice." Julian Fairchild lowered his gaze, "Thinking back now, it was childish and selfish of me..."
With her cool, gentle hand, she caressed Julian Fairchild’s rugged face and looked into his eyes, saying, "Alright, let’s not bring up the past."
"At first, I was a little angry, but not too surprised, because I had already guessed it might have been you." Her tone was unhurried, with a slight smile on her lips, "Today I just happened to see someone else’s analysis, so I wanted to ask you."
"And if it was me?" Julian Fairchild’s expression was serious.
"If it was you," Maeve Lane thought for a moment, "then your punishment will be that you can’t hug me tomorrow."
Silence.
The man seemed taken aback by the mildness of the punishment.
Was she willing to let go of everything from these past years just like that?
Maeve Lane pinched Julian Fairchild’s handsome face, "Alright, stop dawdling, get back to sleep. We have to film early tomorrow morning."
She slipped out from Julian Fairchild’s warm embrace and suddenly felt the room was a bit cold.
"Remember to close the door; I’m exhausted... ah."
She let out a surprised cry as the man lifted her up by the waist.
Maeve Lane clutched the sleeve of his robe, half-closing her eyes and asked, "What are you up to now?"
Julian Fairchild leaned down and kissed her lips, soft and pleasant to the touch.
The man’s voice was already hoarse, "I do want to do something."
Maeve Lane’s eyelids twitched, and her fingers trembled.
Arriving at the bed, Julian Fairchild gently placed Maeve Lane down, then snuggled up behind her, contentedly wrapping his arms around her waist, with his chin resting on top of her head.
"If I can’t hug you tomorrow, then today... let me hold you enough."
The warmth from behind was scorching, and the hand on her waist seemed to penetrate the thin nightgown and rest directly on her skin.
Maeve Lane’s heart was beating a little fast. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
But within a few minutes, she couldn’t resist the sleepiness and drifted off to a deep sleep in Julian Fairchild’s arms.
Julian Fairchild brushed aside her hair and planted a kiss on her snow-white neck.
He listened to her even breathing and sighed softly, "Truly—"
"You’ve captivated my soul."
After falling in love with her, even a single message could leave him distraught.
...
The next day’s filming started at seven in the morning.
Maeve Lane had set an alarm in advance.
Upon waking up, she looked at Julian Fairchild, who was holding her, in a daze.
She suddenly became alert and immediately shook the still-sleeping man awake, "Hurry up, the cameraman will be in soon!"
The man, discontented with having his intimate time with Maeve Lane disrupted, showed his displeasure.
But the girl was already in a flurry, trying to drag him out of bed.
Julian Fairchild had never experienced such treatment: "..."
There were only ten minutes left before the time, and soon the cameraman would come in, the camera would go on!
If they found Julian Fairchild sleeping in her bed!
...The scene was so mortifying, she felt she would socially die just thinking about it.
Maeve Lane quickly ’packaged’ the man and "threw" him out the door, leaving behind, "You better get yourself ready, they’re coming soon."
With a "bang," the door was closed in Julian Fairchild’s face.
He felt like he had been "kicked out."
Julian Fairchild lazily adjusted his robe, then returned to his own room.
Sure enough, not long after.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
Maeve Lane had just lain back on the bed, opting to sit up instead of lying back down, "Come in."
The cameraman entered, equipment on his shoulder, and greeted Maeve Lane before coming in.
A new day had begun.
He handed Maeve Lane a task card for the day.
[Climb Mount Theron with everyone from The Serene Homestead.]
Climbing... Mount Theron is about six hundred meters high, but the winding path would take hours to climb.
Maeve Lane nodded, making a gesture in the show indicating, "I accept the task."
The cameraman also nodded and exited Maeve Lane’s room.
Meanwhile, the photographer responsible for waking Julian Fairchild was a bit shaky.
Because he discovered.
Best Actor Fairchild seemed to have morning grumpiness.
As soon as he entered, he was met with a pair of icy cold eyes.
In that instant, the photographer shivered instinctively, beginning to back away, with an inexplicable surge of guilt rising in his heart.
But he quickly stopped, thinking: I haven’t done anything to wrong Fairchild, why am I backing up?
