Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 267 - 199: Your Punishment Is No Hug Tomorrow_3
The man’s intimidating presence was so strong that it left the photographer a bit breathless.
"What’s up?" he asked coldly.
The photographer stammered, knowing the audio would be muted later anyway, "Fairchild, here’s our task for today, please check it over."
The tall man reached out to take it. Beneath his thick, dark eyebrows were a pair of deep, fierce eyes, with an angular face that exuded a bit of coldness.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, giving him an air of command, as if what he held in his hand wasn’t a task card,
but an important document.
The photographer felt as if he was a treacherous minister being confronted with evidence, now waiting to be dealt with.
He shook his head, shaking off this strange thought.
...
At seven-thirty a.m., Maeve Lane arrived at the recording venue.
The director’s crew and staff had already placed the equipment in fixed positions.
In the courtyard, Lucy Sterling and Sean Shaw were sitting together chatting.
Maeve Lane greeted them, "Good morning, Lucy, Sean."
"Morning."
"Morning."
Lucy Sterling stood up and walked towards Maeve Lane, "How did you sleep last night?"
"Pretty well," Maeve Lane replied unflinchingly.
"The weather’s really good for sleeping recently, not hot, not particularly cold either, don’t you think?"
"Mm."
"Hey, Lucy, Sean, you’re up early!" Kylie Kendrick emerged from behind Maeve Lane, her face adorned with delicate makeup.
Lucy also replied, "Morning."
Kylie Kendrick stood next to Maeve Lane, glanced at her, "Morning, Maeve."
Maeve Lane glanced back, "Morning."
A bit awkward.
Lucy quickly tried to lighten the mood, "Maeve, have you been up Mount Theron before?"
"No."
"You can see the whole Lake Theron from Mount Theron’s peak, it’s really beautiful," Lucy smiled, "And there’s a legend, have you heard it?"
Kylie Kendrick curiously asked, "What legend?"
"It’s said that Lake Theron was formed when a loving couple was forced apart, a goddess and mortal’s union was not tolerated, so the heavens punished them, forbidding them from ever meeting again. The forlorn goddess cried until Lake Theron was formed..."
Lucy stopped when she saw Julian Fairchild arrive, "Julian, you’re here too."
"Mm."
"Morning, Fairchild!"
"Morning, Julian."
Maeve Lane also looked at him, "Morning, Fairchild."
The man had initially responded lazily with a "Mm," but upon hearing Maeve Lane’s voice, he lifted his eyes to glance at her, then calmly shifted his gaze away.
"Morning."
"We were just talking about the Lake Theron legend, Julian, have you heard it?" Lucy asked with a smile.
"I’ve heard a bit about it."
"Since then, the legend says that couples who go up the mountain to worship can receive the goddess’s blessing, forever united in heart, so many come because of it. Mount Theron also has a Marriage Tree, famous like Palova, attracting young couples from all over the country who come to pray."
Lucy laughed, "Except for Sean and me, everyone else should be single, maybe you’ll find love after visiting."
Kylie Kendrick shyly glanced at Julian Fairchild.
Only to find Julian Fairchild was gazing at Maeve Lane.
Maeve Lane feigned nothing had happened and continued adjusting her collar, Julian Fairchild noticed and chuckled lightly.
Like the affectionate smile from an idol drama.
Her heart grew increasingly uneasy.
...
They all got into a car and headed to Mount Theron.
They chose a weekday and informed the scenic area in advance—Lucy’s group was fine, but Julian Fairchild’s reputation was too big, and he had too many fans.
To avoid causing congestion, both parties signed a confidentiality agreement.
They also picked a less crowded path.
The group started climbing from the southwestern entrance of Mount Theron.
Maeve Lane simply tied her hair in a ponytail, her fair neck long and elegant, like a graceful white swan.
She only carried a bottle of water, with light steps.
Julian Fairchild’s stamina was impressive as well. The two chatted intermittently, quickly pulling ahead of the others.
After climbing about two-thirds of the way, there was a small pavilion beside the path.
The two sat there to rest and waited for the others.
Maeve Lane fanned herself, Julian Fairchild handed her the water.
She thanked him and took a few sips.
"Do you believe that legend?"
Julian Fairchild suddenly spoke, looking at her with interest.
