Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 282 - 204: Caught on Camera, So Make It Public
The closer the camera zooms in, the more Maeve Lane’s beauty is felt.
Even if she does nothing and closes her eyes, she looks like a painting.
"Actually, I think it’s not surprising if Julian Fairchild likes Maeve Lane..."
"I second that."
"Previously, when there were rumors about them, as a solo fan I didn’t believe it, but suddenly I feel a bit insecure now."
"Even heroes can’t resist a beauty!"
After the meal, Maeve Lane went up first, and Julian Fairchild followed closely behind, his tall figure imposing in the dim corridor, carrying a hint of inexplicable ambiguity.
"Why do I feel like something’s off between these two.."
"Help, Fairchild is looking at Maeve Lane in a strange way."
"You’re not alone, why do I, a solo fan, feel like I’m shipping them???"
"Why does it feel like I’m watching an idol drama?"
"The way Fairchild looks at Maeve Lane is as if she’s a little lamb, it feels like he’s about to kiss her any moment. Covering my face."
However, as the scene shifts, Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild suddenly disappear, the camera switches to Lucy Sterling and Sean Shaw.
The screen fills with lamentation:
"Ahhh just like that it’s over!"
"Fairchild just called Maeve Lane, how did they disappear all of a sudden!!"
"I want to sneak into the production team to steal the original footage, is anyone interested in teaming up?"
"Count me in for teaming up!"
...
After this episode aired, Maeve Lane’s popularity surged visibly.
Under the #LeisureTime hashtag, the majority of screenshots and comments were about Maeve Lane!
Not even Julian Fairchild received such treatment!
Occasionally after recording, Maeve would sit on the sofa to watch the variety show.
Her Weibo followers have increased quite a bit lately, almost reaching five million.
Due to the continued buzz, her follower count is steadily growing.
Sarah Sutton happily called to tell her, "Several advertisers have approached you for endorsements, I’m currently negotiating with them, and the company is conducting project research, if there’s no issue, you can choose at that time."
"Okay."
"They’re just small brands, not well-known, but you can still earn some money." Sarah Sutton held the phone, "Oh right, didn’t you say you liked the ’Southern Mountain’ script? I’ll arrange an audition for you."
"I’ve already contacted them, I’ll make time to audition there tomorrow night." Maeve Lane smiled, "But apparently there are thousands of actors, feels like the odds aren’t great."
"The probability is indeed small, but it’s not impossible, you were personally invited by the director, most people are self-signed through resumes, your invitation means the director thinks your image fits the script well.
As long as you perform well at the audition, you might skip the second and third rounds."
Maeve Lane found the remote between the sofa cushions, turned down the volume a bit, and laughed, "Let’s just hope, probably will still need to keep auditioning after the first round."
"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest then, you should sleep early, I’ll go with you to the audition tomorrow."
"Okay."
...
The door was knocked, Maeve Lane opened it without surprise.
The man, as if accustomed to this, naturally entered as she opened the door, as if it were his room.
Maeve Lane weakly curled her lips, "Julian Fairchild, you do have your own room, you know."
Soon her waist was wrapped, the man’s rough hand placed on her waist, rubbing through the thin fabric, making that area feel unusually warm.
Julian Fairchild picked her up, softly murmured, "Just missed you."
"I’m right here, what’s there to miss." Maeve Lane lay on his shoulder, "It’s the fifth time already, we’ve only been here a few days, you almost got caught this morning."
She forcefully poked his broad back, which was rock-hard.
Julian Fairchild held her fingers, placed her on the table, propped both hands beside her, "If we get caught, we’ll go public."
"...You’re just thinking about going public, huh."
"Yeah." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"You and your ’yeah’." Maeve Lane pinched him, with no effect, "Why are you so hard all over?"
Julian Fairchild chuckled softly,
With that, he lifted her up like a child, sat on the sofa.
Maeve Lane’s long legs wrapped around his waist, an ominously dangerous position, her eyelids twitched, and she was about to get off him.
Julian Fairchild held her soft body in his arms, his hand resting on her robe’s belt, his knuckles prominent, his voice hoarse enough to make Maeve’s face flush, "I saw quite an interesting comment today, want to hear it?"
