Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 283 - 205: He Really Is Quite Like Damian Fairchild
Maeve Lane grabbed his hand, feeling her throat a bit dry, as if a gentle fire was burning without pain or itch, "Wh...at?"
Only a night light was on in the living room, casting a glow from the TV screen onto Julian Fairchild’s handsome face, almost god-like.
His finger teasingly hooked onto her strap, a slight tug and the loose robe would fall to the floor.
Maeve Lane felt a bit unnerved by his gaze, "Julian Fairchild?"
The man laughed nonchalantly, seductive charm coloring the arch of his brow, as he turned on the phone placed beside him.
Once unlocked, she saw a WeChat message from Julian Fairchild.
It was a screenshot with a prominent and striking red comment.
Maeve Lane was momentarily dumbfounded.
What kind of outrageous words are these?
The main thing is, why did she instantly understand it??
Julian Fairchild’s eyes darkened a few shades, leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, "What do you think?"
Maeve Lane quickly pressed down on his playful hand, her face slightly red, "Don’t move around."
Julian Fairchild sighed slightly, grasping her hand in return, "Then you say, is it not so?"
Maeve Lane covered her ears, lest Julian Fairchild disturb her mind, somewhat guilty, "...No."
This late at night, is he just roundaboutedly asking her to compliment him?
This man.
Julian Fairchild lifted her chin, Maeve Lane’s eyelashes lowered, deliberately avoiding his eyes.
He chuckled, "Are you sure it’s not?"
"I didn’t say that, um, I seem a bit sleepy, Julian Fairchild, carry me to bed." Maeve Lane yawned, pretending to be very tired.
The man easily saw through her act, still sitting stably, one hand clasping her waist, the other resting on the armrest, "I think this is a matter worth discussing."
Discuss your sister.
Maeve Lane couldn’t help but curse in her mind, uneasily saying, "What’s there to discuss, we have to record the show tomorrow."
"I’ve already taken time off for you."
Maeve Lane widened her eyes, immediately tightening her robe, fortunately figuring out Julian Fairchild’s habit of occasionally coming over to hold her as he sleeps, she was dressed well underneath.
"What do you mean?"
"To be precise, it’s for us." Julian Fairchild’s eyes were as deep as a pool, he raised his brow, "Let’s continue with the topic earlier—"
"Since you think it’s not right, should I perhaps..."
"Prove it?"
Maeve Lane’s head boomed, her body reacting faster than her brain, taking advantage when Julian Fairchild was unguarded to stand from him, and without even putting on slippers, she tried to run back to her bedroom.
The man stood up leisurely.
Maeve Lane slammed the door shut with a "bang," her heart pounding like it was about to burst out.
Julian Fairchild paused at the door, chuckled, "Zoe, did you forget something?"
Forget something?
Maeve Lane leaned against the door, her gaze falling on the nightstand.
She vaguely felt she forgot something, but couldn’t recall it at the moment.
Then.
"Beep—"
Maeve Lane felt a jolt in her heart, seeing Julian Fairchild unexpectedly holding a key card.
"You left it in the living room."
Maeve Lane: "..."
Now I’ve blocked my own escape.
Maeve Lane narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to slip out, but Julian Fairchild quickly grabbed her wrist, giving a gentle pull, the girl fell back into his arms.
From Maeve Lane’s perspective, the man’s smile was a bit wicked, "Why are you running?"
"What did you say just now?"
Damn it.
Maeve Lane felt like she was a sheep about to be eaten.
Julian Fairchild’s eyes stayed fixed on her, like a hunter certain of his catch.
After a moment.
"You are the most..." Maeve Lane shut her eyes tight, squeezing out a sentence through her teeth, the last two words faint as a mosquito hum.
"Where?"
Maeve Lane felt Julian Fairchild was teasing her, angered, "Julian Fairchild, you know I can’t say it."
Julian Fairchild picked her up horizontally, gently laying her on the soft bedding, "Mm."
"Then show me."
Maeve Lane’s face turned red as if it could drip blood.
Show him?
Mm??
Maeve Lane allowed him to hold and kiss her, feeling she might not escape tonight.
But the man only kissed her restrainedly, doing nothing more, then shifted her into a position, holding her in his embrace.
Maeve Lane’s chin rested on his shoulder, her fingers slightly curled, "...Julian Fairchild?"
"Mm." Julian Fairchild responded deeply, teasing, "Not tired anymore?"
Maeve Lane quickly caught a hint of mischief in his eyes, realizing, "Are you flirting with me?"
